I am currently speeding through the countryside on an intercity train(incredibly with a digital air conditioning console and plug sockets)on my way to visit Poznan for the fourth time in my life. For the first time in seven years travelling from Warsaw has been a stress and stench free experience. It’s almost like Poland is starting to show the early signs of joining the 21st century.
The reason for my trip is a Frank Turner gig in Meskalina, home of the legendary Benek and the near certainty of a night of epic happiness and severe liver poisoning. And then the party will move to Warsaw where we will do the exact same thing again.
As a hedonist who firmly believes that the liver is truly evil and that it must be punished at every opportunity, I can honestly say that Poznan is something of a spiritual holiday home.
The most notable fact is that in Warsaw people live to work, whereas in Poznan people work to live. If I was to compare it to a British city I would probably say Manchester as amongst other things it comes alive at night and has a pretty decent football team. If I was to compare the people to a nationality I would say Irish. Laid back is something of an understatement.
Doing the Poznan requires more than celebrating a goal during a football match. It requires celebrating life for no other reason than because it’s happening now. And that my friends is something to admire.