I read somewhere that it takes 27 hours for your body to fully digest a normal-sized steak.

Last night we had our Mokono Summer Grillparty - all the blog employees mobilised en masse, packed a fearsome amount of booze, meat and salad into a rented van and made the short trip down to Görlitzer Park, where we found a nice spot in the sun.

There was football, there were card games, there was frisbee, there were at least six steaks comsumed by yours truly.

In my defence, I was only trying to do mokono a favour. Faaaar too much meat had been bought, and I just didn't want it to go to waste. That's my Irish upbringing for you. A famine 150 years ago, and no self-respecting Paddy can leave food uneaten.

By the time I left, I felt like I was carrying a big bag of dead animals in a bag around my waist.

I still do.

And what's happening later this afternoon? Mokono lunch with the leftovers from yesterday, followed by a farewell grillparty with my German class to mark the end of the course.

I think I'm going to try being vegetarian for a while. At least until a week from now, when all that steak is finally out of my system.