Or, “We’re all going to die. Why did I let the English guy drive the car?”
In case you’re not aware, gentle reader, in the UK and Ireland, we drive on the other side of the road to the Continentals and indeed, you North Americans (although the Irish are messing about with their road signs, just […]
“Zeugen Jehovahs“
Okay, it’s an easy one - “Jehovah’s Witnesses”, but what do you do when you find yourself on your doorstep talking to two of them? I could follow the example of my father who, when asked “If there was one thing that God could change in the world for you, what would it be?” […]
It’s a Saturday; you’ve had a shitty week, so when you get up and draw the blinds to see that the crisp, sunny weather of the past ten days has been replaced by cold, pissing rain, you can just about summon up the energy to make a cup of tea, redraw the blinds and get […]
I reckon the last two posts qualify me to attend the Whiny Ex-Pat Bloggers German Meet Up, but now I have a confession to make: I like Germany. I like (some) Germans. I eat Maultaschen and Zwiebelkuchen with Neuer Wein, I like Käsespätzle and Krautschupfnudeln and Flädlesuppe and when I visit Britain I’m shocked at […]
I wrote this post for the old blog, but it’s kind of necessary explanation, if only so people like London Dan know what they’re letting themselves in for.
“Kehrwoche” - “care week” a rough translation maybe, better defined as “The week when the people who live in the same building as you do, actually care that […]
I hate this fucking country. Its ridiculous inhabitants, its stupid rules and bureaucracy and most of all my insane landlady who today complained that I had:
1. A Bookshelf
2. Flowers on my windowsill*
*Not outside, but inside, in pretty blue or yellow holders.
There is more, but if I keep ranting about it I’ll give myself an aneurysm.
German Phrase For […]
There is, of course, a minor problem with stating that one will talk about German politics: it’s boring as hell.
Admittedly, now and again they’ll try and take over the world, but usually, German politics is sleep-inducing. Hitler might not have been an entirely decent bloke, but at least he’d give us bloggers something to discuss […]
German elections always take place on a Sunday. British ones on a Thursday, that’s just the way things are: Americans set off fireworks on July 4th, the French on July 14th, us Brits on November 5th. I’m not saying that we Brits are more sensible in waiting until the nights go dark at 4:30 p.m. […]
Before I came to Germany I was already aware that throwing away my rubbish was going to involve a lot of sorting, multi-coloured bins and recycling. Of course nowadays, even back home in the Staffordshire Moorlands one has to sort rubbish for disposal (it’s then remixed when everything is thrown into the same incinerator and […]
Last Thursday, the forthcoming German elections were declared constitutionally legal. Hence on Friday morning on the way to my bakery, lots of men in white vans were fighting for the most prominent places to hang their placards. And interesting to talk to they were too: I “liked” the Republikaner the best; two men, one […]
