You know, it can be a bit odd when you tell someone you like living in Germany. The person cocks his head, and either says it outright or visibly thinks, ‘But you could live in Spain or Italy…or anywhere. Why Germany?’ Then you admit that you actually enjoy speaking the German language…oh, and that you genuinely like the people. The… Continue reading German words and not talking opera
Month: July 2014
Don’t Mess with the River Isar
Don’t Mess with the River Isar Oh man. This is good. There are plenty of things I’ve got to write about, but this Don’t Litter ad is making the rounds – I saw it at the Eldorado Cinema last night – and I think it’s brilliant. At the end, it says, ‘Zuhause machst du’s ja… Continue reading Don’t Mess with the River Isar
Fat cats and telling me about the Frugal Jerk
He’s got no time to blog himself, but Jamie has got great ideas. So, I’ve deemed him my Kiwi Korrespondent. Helps that he’s actually from New Zealand. A trip home and a few months in Poland – this guy’s going to improve the real estate at Lahikmajoe in the next little while. You can’t wait,… Continue reading Fat cats and telling me about the Frugal Jerk
Unterwegs with plenty I should be doing otherwise
The FilmfestMünchen is thankfully behind us. It’s the only week of the year where we can see a variety of independent film and even some not-yet-released-in-Europe bigger movies; however, the way I do it involves quite a lot of screenings. My eyes may or may not be rectangular, as a result. There are still reviews… Continue reading Unterwegs with plenty I should be doing otherwise
Bar hopping in a sportive season
(Where we watched the Engaland v Uruguay debacle) First watched the World Cup in 1990, and because I’d lived in Bavaria as a boy, I pulled for the Schwarz Rot Gold of the newly reunited Western and Eastern Germany. They won, and I somehow expected they’d do it again in 1994. It was hosted in… Continue reading Bar hopping in a sportive season