TheCelticKraut
Musings on life, the universe and everything - including the English and German languages - by a Welshie in Germany.
Friday, February 16, 2024
Maps, apps and saps
Sunday, February 4, 2024
After moronic cyclists, now we have a moronic jogger
Friday, January 26, 2024
My favourite German cheese
Thursday, January 25, 2024
Open your eyes and look about you
Monday, January 22, 2024
Don't save things 'for best'....
You know what happened with the stuff in their flat? All thrown away. One son didn't even bother to accept what his mother had left so the landlords had to pay to get someone to cart everything away. The niece of the 62-year-old threw everything out apart from some sentimental items belong to her grandmother. The family of the 58-year-old? Everything onto the street for the bulky rubbish collection. The son of my aunt's neighbours? He has allowed some people to take what they want and the rest will be taken away by a stranger and sold off. He wants nothing of his parents' possessions.
And apart from the niece, no-one bothered to sift through any stuff. All junked en masse without being sorted or looked at.
As existentialism teaches us....you live, you die, and everything you treasured is just thrown away.
The moral of the story is, therefore, that you don't save anything for a time that may never come. Enjoy all your nice stuff now.
Here is more on the subject: https://invisiblyme.com/saving-it-for-a-special-occasion-wasting-your-life-away/
Thursday, January 18, 2024
German cheese versus British cheese
Friday, January 12, 2024
One major advantage of drinking bourbon
One major advantage of drinking bourbon is this: if you happen to be in a bar or pub that is used to serving mostly Altbier (the local brew) and the occasional glass of white wine and you order a Jack Daniels or Jim Beam on the rocks, the staff are quite often unfamiliar as to how much of the amber liquid to pour into a glass, which means that you often end up with an amount of liquid that is sufficient to keep a goldfish in.
Thanks to the very generous serving I received, I am thoroughly sloshed. Even after walking back home 3 and a bit kilometres, I am still very pleasantly "anaesthetised", as I like to put it. Phew.
This is something I first observed as a student in the UK. I once accompanied an Austrian friend, Brigitte C., to a poetry weekend she was doing with the Open University. We stayed in a house owned by the Poet Laureate Ted Hughes in Yorkshire, not far from Haworth, where the Bronte sisters lived. On a visit to a local pub, I asked for a whisky and lemonade (what I drank in those days, not knowing any better). You'd have thought I had asked for some exotic cocktail. There was a look of disgust on the dour Yorkshireman's face as I ordered it, but he nevertheless gave me what I wanted - with about twice as much whisky than I was used to. That was certainly a 'happy hour'.
Maps, apps and saps
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