Curating for @I_amGermany and reminded why I used to enjoy twitter

Quite a week here in Munich. The Oktoberfest is waiting impatiently at the gates like heathen hordes. The skeptical and easily spooked locals are sure terrible things are going to happen at this year’s Biggest Beer Festival in the World. All the while, I’ve been curating the @I_amGermany account over on twitter. I don’t talk… Continue reading Curating for @I_amGermany and reminded why I used to enjoy twitter

August all to ourselves

   Many European cities are empty for the entire month of August. Well, not empty exactly, because there are still plenty of tourists. Yet the locals are gone. None of this is new, by the way.  Parisians are notorious for abandoning the City of Light and make a mass exodus to the Côte d’Azur and… Continue reading August all to ourselves

try to encapsulate the Camino in a few short moments of chit chat

 Not sure where I heard it, but it’s been said that you have a short window of opportunity in which people want to hear about your holidays.  After ‘How was your break? You were in Spain weren’t you?‘, there’s a few moments where you can share generally, before the conversation moves on to what’s been… Continue reading try to encapsulate the Camino in a few short moments of chit chat

A dropped phone can’t slow me down, well not for long

  Recently came across the term ‘nomophobia‘ and it couldn’t have entered my vocabulary at a more opportune moment. That feeling when you’ve made it out the door, but something just isn’t quite right. You know you must’ve forgotten something, yet you just can’t put your finger on it. Then suddenly you realise, ‘Where’s my… Continue reading A dropped phone can’t slow me down, well not for long

Missives from this corner of Old Europe

For quite some time, I’ve intended to change the tagline on this personal blog. I’m not certain how long it’s been, but it might’ve been from back when I started that if you clicked on my site, you’d see: ‘pay no attention to the man behind the curtain’ It was an allusion to the Wizard… Continue reading Missives from this corner of Old Europe

Hey ladies: you want to take your relationship to the next level? Have I got a deal for you…

For the second time in the last six months or so one of my Mitbewohner (flatmates) has decided to go shack up with his girlfriend. Move in with his beloved, in other words. All’s well. I wish each of them the best and wonder who’s going to move in next. Then I strike on a… Continue reading Hey ladies: you want to take your relationship to the next level? Have I got a deal for you…

Our Lady in the glimmering sunlight

   Above is a photo I took only several days ago. It’s ok. I know it’s a decent shot. However, as much as I like it, it reminds me so vividly of one I didn’t get. It was years ago. Perhaps even in the first few years I’d lived in Munich. If I had a… Continue reading Our Lady in the glimmering sunlight

Sylvester spoil sport – get those damned fireworks away from me

New Year’s Eve in Munich is awful. I like almost every aspect of living here, but there are a few things I simply cannot tolerate. What the locals call Sylvester is one of those things. I loath it. A lot. More than a lot, if that were possible. A whole lot. It really comes down… Continue reading Sylvester spoil sport – get those damned fireworks away from me