„I’m gonna be in Berlin on the first weekend of June.“ He brushes his stubby chin while playing around with an unlit cigarette.
„What the bloody cunt are you doing in Berlin, mate?“ his friend replies a bit absent minded.
He takes his time to answer, lites the cigarette first by snapping open his pocket lighter in a fancy fashion and fueling the flame shortly after. He knuckles it closed like a movie star before he begins to speak.
„These German weblog lads are having a reading. They’re freakin brilliant. I have to bloody go see’em.“
„What’s so special about these blokes that makes you spend your wage to cross over to Fritzcountry?“
„They’re absolutely mental wankers. See, mate, one of them is called Kid37 and he’s a demon when it comes to resourceful moaning about the mess that we’re all in. He’s King Gothrock of blogging. He’s the comeback of New Wave in terms of weblogs.
Then we have this rather dodgy bloke, calling himself Ole from Absurdistan. This guy is a fookin frake. He dissects his everyday surroundings until you bloody think you’re in a flick by Jean-Pierre Jeunet. And he is not exactly a cheapo with vocabulary and stuff. I mean, he is rich and extrawitty.
The third and final lad may be called the bloody Pete Doherty of Bloggin. He’s a letdown to his friends and family because he’s so way outta line but when he hits those keyboards to take down one of his ol‘ rants about death and the humor about it, it will burn your skin. This guy is called St. Burnster for a reason. Gosh, he’s mental.
And the overall thing is called Grotesques and it’s being hosted by that funky Asian bird Miss Modeste and supergorgeous Wortschnittchen! She’s one heck of a lady and I hope she doesn’t have a boyfriend. Anyway, it’s gonna be the hook-up of the year, for Christ’s sake.“
„That’s awesome. I’m in a craze. I wanna go there, too. Can you pass over the details, mate?“
„Fair enough, I’ve got this wacky handout. See you in a bit.“ He finishes his cigarette, throws it to the ground, gives that little flyer to his friend while his skully Vans hit Brick Lane as he keeps strolling along Shoreditch.