It was the middle of the 1980s. I was in my teens. I was living in Germany while my dad was stationed there as part of the British Army on the Rhine. Holidays were usually spent back in England – visiting aunts, uncles, nan and grandad, but we went to Berlin one year, and I couldn’t have been more excited.
Holding back the tide of hens and stags is a mug’s game
Many beautiful cities have tried and failed to tame the rowdy crowds.