Juice and ice...but not together

The man at our local bottle store is quite a character, and damn if he doesn't know what he's doing. The first time I ever met him I was buying some orange juice and he proceeded to advise me carefully as though I were buying a car, about what was best value and healthiest in the long run, etc. Whenever I go there he tallies up my purchases like a professional salesman: "ONE bottle of sugar-free-and-very-healthy orange juice, TWO bottles of extremely-healthy-and-remember-to-shake-the-bottle-
before-you-open-it tomato juice, ONE bottle of-fine-red-wine-don't-drink-it-
all-at-once-you'll-regret-it-in-the-morning."

At Alexanderplatz they've set up an ice-skating rink outside, and tonight I watched enviously as all the kids skated effortlessly round, the black sky overhead, fake Xmas trees all around, the TV tower looking over them. I have ice-skated (in NZ, in the country's one indoor rink) twice in my life and spent more time on my ass than my feet, but maybe if I'd had a bit more practice...anyway, it's fun. Apparently here when the lakes freeze over in winter you can ice-skate on the surface, which must be amazing. I'd love to do that if there was a metal rail to hold onto ;) Although apparently every year some people fall through the ice and die, which wouldn't be fun at all.