“Oh, fly me to Berlin,

and let me not be an anxious twat”…

So said Frank Sinatra…or he would have if he’d been an anxious twat, heading to Berlin.

We are live from the plane, waiting to take off. With an enormous stag do, the stag dressed as a German wench. The sight of these fellas at the departure gate did so much to calm my nerves…

The good news is they are situated 15 rows in front of me. Wish me luck folks.

I must now drink a teeny gin and tonic…

Prost!

See you on the other side…