Ich bin ein Düisburger..

Dogging in Düisburg - sponsored by Killepitsch!

Dogging in Düisburg – sponsored by Killepitsch!

Breakfast in Kortrijk was a little disappointing, but welcome nonetheless – and sustenance was pretty important.  We didn’t have to leave too early so it was good to load up on caffeine and food before heading back onto the minibus for the next leg.  I think I pretty much slept the whole journey to Düisburg – a place I was only aware of because of League of Gentleman character Herr Lipp and semi-celebrity Nottingham Forest fan Ebby.  Upon arriving outside our hotel we nearly ran over Addie and Jane!

The hotel was bloody stunning, it was a shame we’d see so little of it really!  I shared a room with Deano for this one, we got ourselves showered and sorted and wandered out into a bloody lovely city.  We headed straight to the German market (or, more accurately, since we were in Germany, ‘the market’) which was full of lovely smelling and looking things – keen to locate the venue we carried on walking and settled in the bar next door to the venue.

Our British custom of standing at the bar doesn’t really work in Germany, there they conduct table service and mark your beer mat to keep track of your tab.  Eventually we found a table we could occupy for a while and sank a few beers, and, oh dear, a litre bottle of Killepitsch between us – in the same vein as Jagermeister but a different regional variety.  Plenty of familiar folk were descending on the place – not least Mark, Charlie and Mark from Levellers who were already propping the bar up when we walked in.

img_0461Once we needed to vacate our table we settled up our respective tabs and headed to the bar attached the venue for a few more drinks – it was great to spot a Deerstock hoody in there!  We’d let time run away with us a bit as we noticed the Ferocious Dog intro music kicking in from upstairs, so rushed in straight into a jam-packed mosh-pit still with our layers on and breakables.  Oops!  I stashed my stuff by one of the monitors, got my photos of the band and then entered the fray with gusto – this was a much busier night in the FD pit than the night before!

Grammatikoff is another awesome venue – as we dived straight in to a pretty damn full place we didn’t really get much chance to find our bearings before we were flailing around like loons in the mosh pit, but the sound was fantastic and full of appreciative folk both familiar and new to us.

The set list was the same from the print out on stage, Gallows Justice, Verse for Lee, The Glass, Lee’s Tune, Unconditional and Too Late but – as promised – the bass-leaden intro to Freeborn John kicked in.  Paul was hoisted as the board and Dean was surfer (who else?), to be fair, we’d had a bit to drink but I fancy the too-many well-meaning leg-grabbers made it all the more tricky for him, but he kept himself upright and it was a cracking spectacle.  If you’re going to introduce yourself to some new crowds, what better way to make a lasting impression than having Dean surfing above them?


Lyla and Slow Motion Suicide saw more folk on shoulders – during Hell Hounds Dean did the ‘collapsing’ routine during the ‘take me down…’ bit, much to the genuine alarm of three lasses at the front who I think thought he was hurt, I think we managed to reassure them before he was unceremoniously launched to his feet for the dance to continue.  Freethinker and Mairi’s Wedding Part 2 finished up a rip-roaring set as before.  Absolutely superb, the busier crowd fed more energy to the band who passed it back in spades.

img_0468I retrieved my stuff and we retired to the bar downstairs for a sit and drink – and must confess, never made it back up for Levellers.  Ordinarily that would seem unthinkable to me, but well, we were having such a nice night, there was some kind of poodle-cross dog in there I’d made friends with, I established I’d left my glasses case on the monitors, Amanda and Stu kindly rescued them for me (the stamp I’d had on my hand was long gone in the mosh pit!), we spent a fun evening nattering with Les, Scott, John and Dom and enjoying the local drinks (and company).

Star Copiers - already clearly popular in Germany!

Star Copiers – already clearly popular in Germany!

Soon enough we decided to head back to the hotel and hopefully pick up some sustenance on the way – unfortunately we’d timed it pretty badly, the market was closed up and we conspired to find a way back without any late night food shops.  We asked a few locals on the way back, they turned out not to be local – one group were ace fun, we chatted for a while they asked if I knew any German swear words and seemed genuinely offended by the one I did (oops!), eventually we managed to extricate some nuts from the brusque barman in our hotel.

I get a bit grumpy when I’m hungry – and it’s fair to say we’d had a fair bit to drink too.  I can’t remember what I was talking about but I don’t think I was doing it very quietly and it was amusing Mark, Amanda and Jacquie (they were sat at the bar on bar stools, whilst I’d pulled a low down chair over to them so must have looked pretty comical anyway).  Kenny arrived at our hotel and donated Pot Noodles from his bag to me, Mark and Amanda.

Dinner, until Kenny rescued us!

Dinner, until Kenny rescued us!

As the stragglers came in from the venue they reported a predictably awesome set from Levellers – which of course is no surprise at all, but it was nice to have had the chance to have a bit of a break and a chance to socialise with folks too.  I have little recollection of eating the Pot Noodle, but Deano reckons I certainly enjoyed it – I remain deeply appreciative that he’d thought to put a glass of water by my bed though!  What a legend!

My first time in Germany was certainly memorable (well, the bits I can remember are!) – we had so much fun, again – brusque barman aside – we only encountered wonderfully friendly folk from both back home and from Germany (and probably other places too!).  Two dates down, and two places I’d definitely like to revisit with more time to linger, we had an earlier start in the morning as we wanted to get to Amsterdam in good time for a bit of sightseeing – it didn’t seem too daunting a time, until of course we woke up and the hangovers kicked in.. but that’s another story..

As an aside, there’s some ace photos taken by Kevin Winiker you can see just here.



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