Language Week 2006: Broke in Berlin hat schon auf Russisch (denke ich – es gibt zumindest kyrillisches Zeichen zu sehen) gebloggt. Ich dagegen hab wirklich kein Bock mitzumachen - bin so was von faul im Moment. Sorry. Als kleiner Trost gibts einen Link – etwas alt, aber immer noch witzig (meine Meinung nach) – ein […]
Number 143. From A Bomb Shelter.
In Actual Fact > Visit Detail
Domain Name netvision.net.il ? (Israel)
IP Address 212.143.150.# (Telran Communications)
Location Continent : Asia
Country : Israel (Facts)
State/Region : Hefa
City : Haifa
Time of Visit Jul 24 2006 10:10:18 pm
Referring URL http://www.google.co…zilla:en-US:official
It is the most popular search phrase to access this site with, but […]
We’re sitting on a blanket laid out on the grass in the park. Although the sun has set, it’s a balmy summer’s evening – warm enough to sit barefoot in shorts and t-shirt. The only chill is between us, the remnants – despite a pleasant evening and scrummy food and drink – of a somewhat […]
As another blogger gets fired for, well, being a successful blogger – I find myself worrying about the degree of anonymity required to write a blog. I mean, if writing anecdotes can get petite sacked for gross misconduct, can I get done for harassing pharmacists?
“Ah,” I hear you say, “but you said successful blogger.” Quite. […]
Last year I agreed to, and then sort of acted on srah’s (I bet that’s not the name (s)he was Christened with) Language Week; The idea being to blog in a language other than the one normaly used on your blog.
I’m tempted to use the kind of German I normally use for the “German word […]
Well, not so much fever as all-over muscle pain and stiffness.
The problem with playing farmhand for the few days per year it takes to gather hay from the fields is that I’m not used to it. Driving a tractor, throwing bales of hay onto a trailer and speaking in a ridiculously affected West country […]
Britain’s Railways: I thought I knew what they’re like. In a land where no money is spent on the national infrastructure, where everything is incredulously expensive and yet of poor quality, the trains definitely don’t run on time and consuming the over-priced sandwiches available on board is meant to be as near to suicidal as […]
