A shot across the RHINE
was in Cologne on something of a work trip. That is to say my days were more about hobnobbing in conference rooms than hanging out with the city's highlights. In fact, only the final evening of my visit was truly mine. Even then, I only got back to my budget hotel after 9pm – exhausted. I crumbled onto the bed like a detonated building, ready to take off my pants and watch Die Slowly (Stirb Langsam –the
