Guten tag aus Deutschland

My ambition to write is clearly larger than my ability to conjure cogent thought at this moment in time. I've been sitting here for a full five minutes struggling to come up with a coherent (never mind vaguely interesting...) way of beginning to reflect on the art orgy that has been the last four days. And I still don't know. And there is still one day to go. Welcome to Germany kids.

We arrived in Koln offensively early on Tuesday morning - when I left London it looked like this:


Dark and misty and cold. And 4.30am. By the time we got to Stansted, flew to Germany, arrived in Koln and dumped our bags the last thing any of us wanted to do was spend six hours at the Ludwig Museum, I don't care how fabulous their Pop Art collection is. Well, OK, I cared. But the point is we were tired and hungry and the last thing we wanted to do in said state was to have to find the energy for rigorous intellectual discussion.