Local and global

Oh yesterday you wonder. It wasn't all that actually. Turned out to be a real local deal. Swiss German and all about people who knew each other. Besides, they had all the help they needed. When I arrived (in time mind you) there were more people behind the bar than in front of it. So I didn't stay long. But I guess it was nice for the locals. A band, drinks to cost-price, and whatever. I didn't have fun, which is why I left fairly early. However, the place was along the Langstrasse route. So took the bus. That's like travelling around the world in 20 minutes. The Langstrasse bus goes from the ghetto where ex-flatmate lives, through the nice area where I live, through every-nationality-you-can-think-of-area to the really Swiss place. Interesting to say the least. Also included a portion of having the bus go on petrol, because it had to drive around an ambulance outside a bar where somebody probably got stabbed. Gee. The excitement of living in Zürich. PS. That was the time I decided to go home instead of going out...