Saturday evening was earmarked for this great event. Beforehand, I had time for two essential Berlin experiences: currywurst at Konnopke's Imbiss under the U-bahn line at Eberswalder Strasse, and chocolate at Rausch.
We spent the evening eating Chinese takeaway, drinking gin and tonic, and playing the Pierce Brosnan Drinking Game, as devised by me and printed out with accompanying imagery by Arakin. Point-scoring actions include noisy kissing, Resting Smug Face, bizarre wandering accent, and any display of Pierce's astonishingly hairy man-cleavage.
Marcy's cat disapproves of these goings-on.