Return of the Zombie Jesus…

Hey Campers,

I dare say that it shan’t come as a surprise to most of you that I am rather devout – well when it comes to certain types of worship at any rate – and what better place to celebrate this most marvellous time of the Zombie Jesus than Berlin? Plus all the dancing I plan to do will undoubtedly help burn off all the chocolate I’m bound to consume.

You may remember that I marked the occasion of Our Lord and Saviour’s rebirth as a brain-hungry deity last year by trooping off to Brussels for the La Demence weekend of debauchery. Ah so many gymbunnies doing their very best to spread the message of love and peace by fornicating like…well like rabbits really.

This year, however, the weekend will be slightly less scandalous as we are in Berlin with my mother-in-law. Not to say that I won’t be partaking in all the lovely licentiousness that I can, but I shall be expected to set aside time for some more family friendly sightseeing…rather than the usual things one can bear witness to in this delightfully dirty city.

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I must say, that I’ve yet to have a bad time in Berlin, regardless of the occasion. Personally, I think it’s due to the ever-so-friendly natives and the whole wonderfully wicked vibe about the place. Honestly, there are only a few places in the world where my deviancy seems practically old-fashioned in comparison to that of the locals. That being said, I do think my soul gets just that little bit more dirty every time I visit – good thing it was fairly black to begin with.

For those of you who haven’t yet experienced this magnificent mecca of madness, I heartily recommend a visit. I can’t tell you how glad I am to live only a short plane ride away.

Must away, sights to see and trouble to find.

Tchao! Tchao!!!

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