We’re Number One! We’re Number One!

Or Nummer eins, in this case.

Auf Wiedersehen Brit! Drunk Germans take the title of WORST tourists from boozy British holidaymakers in Majorca – Drunken German troublemaker tourists have taken over the mantle from boozy Brits in Majorca’s popular holiday resorts.

English holidaymakers have always been branded the worst offenders in the town of Magaluf.

But now the small village of Arenal on the opposite side of the Bay of Palama has become a mecca for young German hooligans, who are taking advantage of low-cost flights to take 24 hour or 48 hour breaks dedicated to getting drunk and taking drugs.

Thanks, Party Folk

Or Volk, if you prefer. Thanks to you a total Corona lockdown is virtually assured now.

Corona

Confusion, defiance and parties in the park: A postcard from Berlin under coronavirus lockdown – Police had to break up several so-called “Corona Parties” on Monday evening, where hundreds of students had bought cases of Corona beer and gathered in parks.

In Berlin zum Beispiel sind die Clubs zwar geschlossen, trotzdem treffen sich viele Jugendliche einfach in Parks zum gemeinsamen Trinken.

German Of The Day: Partypolizei

That means party police. And who else could that refer to but the police in Berlin?

Party

Headline: “Party police” sent back to Berlin from their G20 deployment in Hamburg.

– Hundreds of Berlin police were deployed to help safeguard the coming G20 summit in Hamburg.

– But now three hundred have been prematurely dismissed from the deployment due to improper behavior.

– The accusations include urinating and having sex in public. In addition, one police woman was said to have been dancing on a table in a bath robe while brandishing a gun in her hand.

I don’t get it. So why did they get sent back home again? Those Hamburg cops must be real bores.

“Zwischen Beamtenarsch und Arschretter liegt oft nur ein vereitelter Überfall.”

Oompah, Oompah, $12.30, Please

€9.50 ($12.30) for an Oktoberfest beer? And that in September?

Damn that must be good brew.

Before long, even the most hard-bitten cynics can’t help but climb up on a bench (dancing on tables is frowned upon) and belt out the lyrics of newly learned folk song.