Ich bin ein Bee Sandwich

So, our erstwhile pack has arrived safely and gently in the tranquil streets of inner Berlin. Well met and welcomed by old friends from WA, Niall and Deedee (as well as the dapper zen-like presence of Creeping Jesus, who arrived a day earlier from Oztralia), the band quaffed its first fresh and frothy German bevvies (let us never forget that the Germans, in their genius, invented the stuff) and then eagerly lay their Qantas-weary heads to rest.
After washing travelstink from their ample girths, Ol Trout and the Scarlet Pimpernel began a cool new Berlin morning by opting to sample a local breakfast, largely through well-choreographed gesticulation at the pictures on the menu. The Scarlet one was intrigued to discover that he had ordered himself a local delicacy in the form of a live Bee Sandwich (though, in his astute way, he suspects that they may have been wasps), accompanied by swills of glittering, and cheap, Jagermeister.
Meanwhile, the band negotiates the interesting, and quite possibly grossly miscalculated, outcomes of international e-bay purchases as the tour's backline is assembled and tried out. Some adjustment to the band's customary grunts and squeals may be in order, tonight's first show at White Trash Fast Food (a striking looking ex-Chinese restaurant, guarded by huge golden lions, surely a good omen) will be the litmus test... bring it on.