I'm starting to remember stuff...

Cheap Wine on the plane;Warm Champagne;Hot Tub Stories;Wearing Hats in nightclubs;Making Taxi Drivers race other cars;Abusing Barmaids who properly loved it;Giving as much cheek as possible to our teutonic cousins whilst being dressed like a gay hippy;Telling a Danish bloke who claims he's 'so hard that doesn't even bleed' that if he doesn't fuck off he'll be suffering internal blood related injuries from the bottles that'll be rammed up his arse;Have I mentioned being cheeky;Inventing a new catchphrase that every lass in Berlin now thinks is a standard English sentence - 'You're my favourite';Nightclub on roofs;teaching German grannies how to pull rope;Singing Newcastle songs during the charity shield and confusing the fuck out of assorted gloryhunters;'Don't look up' (long story);Not being served beer in the hotel because 'We don't serve beer to English People';Stealing the aforementioned beer anyway with a gang of Jocks on a stag do;Laughing at a Southern English Stag do who weren't going to the beer festival because 'We're going for a meal together' - Puffs;Spending every waking hour guzzling Lager,Havana Club,Mojitos and some cherry flavoured dark shit;Chatting up everything that moved and some that didn't; Laughing at the stag being ignored by a (very lovely) barmaid who he had quite confidently informed us was 'gagging for it' resulting in loud pleas of ellie...Ellie...ELLLIIIIEEEE;

There's lot's more that I can't remember (or repeat) but I think I've just about covered our first hour in Berlin!