Ich bin turning into a giant sausage

Sausages are a key component of a German’s bloodstream. If you open any Germany’s veins, you’ll see tiny little Bratwursts, swimming their little way towards key arteries.

The problem is sausages, in Germany, are ubiquitous and cheap, where I am hungry and a cheapskate. So, most evening’s after work, the little hot dog man, selling sausages for €1 a pop proves irresistible.

As you can see, there are good value for money – although awkward eating.

However, the bratwurst aren’t especially nice. They’re alright, but the sausages don’t dance erotic rumbas of joy inside your mouth. It’s just a normal, boring sausage.

I might be a bit provincial, but you certainly can’t beat a good, honest English sausage.

Although that doesn’t stop me from buying tonnes of the wriggly buggers. Damn you Germany for creating this addiction!