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On Wednesday evening I returned from holiday in Germany and Denmark. One could include Luxembourg should one find that driving halfway through the country four times and stopping once for petrol as visiting. (Though, to be honest, Luxembourg is only roughly the size of an average English county) It was only a two-week visit, far too brief, but enough to get caught up with most people and visit a few sites.

As some time had passed since my last return visit to Germany the thought of how much would remain recognisable, how much would still make sense naturally came up. The answer was short in coming — home is home and home is, in my case, Germany. I had no difficult in finding my way around, no rough go in any form by the way of communicating with people. My German, despite showing an English influence in inflection and sentence structure, is still recognisably German and the word choice is strictly German. Moreover, I fit in quite well and did not stick out in the least — always reassuring when returning home.

Denmark was wonderful, of course. I was fortunate enough to be able to stay at an old friend’s flat which saved me a few quid, Copenhagen hotel prices considered. He took a few days off work to take me around, something which was much appreciated. The city of Copenhagen is beautiful. Not overwhelming, simply pleasant — a nice change from the exaggerated sense of self importance and convoluted grandeur of the USA or China.
We also went to Helsingør, site of Hamlet’s castle (Kronborg/Elisnore) and also an excellent place to see Sweden as well as a day-trip to the southern Jutland to visit another old acquaintance.

It was hard to return to the US, a country I’ve never come to accept as my own or have more than an indifferent acceptance of. Having to go through passport control 5 times was also a bit off-putting. My next trip across the Atlantic, in no more than a few years, will probably be one-way. Home is still home, my home is still Germany. My uncle, a director at the employment office, has already directed me in how to prepare for a job back home and what academic changes I should make.

To put it in a nutshell, I have had enough of gardening 5 acres! Hence with neither of us getting any younger we have decided to move into town.  Not Bellingham, too full of liberals but Lynden full of fascists, ten miles up the road.

Continue reading “Looking to move into the Tardis”

It’s a catwalk for winter fashions in Rio, so says the Beeb.

Need I say more?

What is the difference between H2S and HS2?

For those of you who may not be aware, H2S is the formula of hydrogen sulphide, or rotten eggs gas, which is actually more poisonous than hydrogen cyanide, but less dangerous as it is so easy to detect it by smell. Mind you, once you have stopped smelling it, it is either because it has gone away, or is so concentrated that it has destroyed the olfactory cells in your nose!

HS2 is the planned high speed rail folly planned by the UK government that will a) cost a fortune, b) ruin a lot of countryside, c) need to be heavily subsidised by other rail routes and/or taxpayers d) take a WHOLE 35 minutes off a train trip from London to Birmingham. It is not even planned for it to go to any airport or meet up with HS1, the high speed rail link from London to the Channel Tunnel.
Continue reading “What’s the difference?”

I see that medical experts and the gov are saying we must have 2 free days of alcohol (where do I get my shot for free?) and we must cut down on saturated fats as found in butter, olive oil etc. and we will then be healthier.

Now I am also told that a Mediterranean diet as eaten in Italy and Greece is the healthiest in the world, having been raised by a Greek mother and spent a lot of my childhood in Greece we were raised on rough red wine, retsina and olive oil?

Hence I am confused.

Besides which if we all die young from a bad diet then the problem with pensions and elderly care is diminished, or is this why they want us to eat butter substitutes full of chemicals?

A blonde was mowing the lawn in her garden and accidentally cut off the tail of her cat which was hiding in the grass.

She rushed her cat, along with the tail, over to Tesco!

Why Tesco??

HELLOOOOOOOOO!

Tesco is the largest re-tailer in the UK !!!

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Feckin’ disgrace

Perhaps Charioteers would like to add their view?

OZ

Oh dear, poor chap. Most embarrassing that he was caught shoplifting from Tesco in Henley on Thames. In this part of the world, it is considered déclassé to admit one shops in Tesco, never mind being caught helping one’s self.

I cannot think why he didn’t choose Waitrose for his cheese and wine.