Asbach Uralt, naturally. None of your cheap French muck!
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Asbach Uralt, naturally. None of your cheap French muck!
HB! You're brave! And it is sacrilege putting Coke in Asbach - and far too expensive, as well! What were you doing in Germany?
Echt? Wunderbar! Sie ist eine herrlich Sprache!
Ich würde sagen, dass Deutsch ist eher eine interessante Sprache als eine herrliche. Es gibt wenig Gelegenheit Deutsch zu sprechen in England, obwohl praktisch alle Sprachen der Welt sind hier zu hören in diesen Tagen.
Oh, I loved German - worked in it for five years, lived amongst the locals, went to local shops, local pubs. Had a whale of a time - Berlin, too, which helps. I went to Berlin twice, once for a year, once for five, theree years in Celle, near Hanover, and one year on a roving commission, centred on Dannenberg. All booze tax free, too!!! What a life!
Do you really think we would even be so daft as to admit to it's very existence? This is our haven, our oasis, our sanity in a lunatic world!!!!!!
I can answer that - the Wetherspoons in Nuneaton. Now I'm not a soft lad but I baulked at entering ...
Having said that, the Wetherspoons in Coventry offers coffee from 7am and does a cheap breakfast.
I find that quite civilised, though I haven't partaken yet.
The Wetherspoons near me is horriific - the Giro Jet Set, in Designer this that and the other, and tarty women with everything hanging out, tattoes and bottle blonde hair like drying straw. I went in once, left quickly and haven't been back. Dante couldn't have imagined it!
I know what you mean. The one in Coventry is like that from the afternoon onwards too. It's right in the centre of town as well.
Just slipped the old avatar on again. Feels better.
Wot? No Watney's Red Barrel? (Now there was a horrific brew.)
Germany is my second home, I first went there expecting to find it full of the ridiculously propagandist view propagated by UK governments, only to discover that my own people were either dupes or liars. While the 'Oh so liberal' UK sank beneath the weight of its own political and philosophical inconsistencies, Germany continued to rise to become the mighty industrial driving force for the whole of Europe. They are much more my kind of people than the English with their casuistic self-righteousness which continues to reduce them to the status of a third world country. Or to put it another way, es lebt Deutschland !
Bingo! I'd go back tomorrow, if I could!! I loved the lack of class distinctions, so long as you didn't sit uninvited at the Stammtisch! And the determination to enjoy life!
We like Germany too, and find the people very nice. My wife speaks German, and does all the enquiring. I agree with you Brian about some of the English attitudes to "abroad". It's embarassing - particularly the attitude to Germany promulgated solely by the daft press we have.
One reason why I flatly refuse to buy a tabloid newspaper, especially anywhere near a football tournament. Not, actually, that much of a sacrifice, since I loathe football, but there's no point in having a principle if you're not going to get sniffy about it!
The world's best carrot cake is made by the mum of the bloke who runs a public 9-hole golf course in Papakura.
Monstrous pieces with icing half an inch thick.
Better than sex.
(and a lot cheaper at $2 a slice)
Ah, music to my ears. I knew I married a shopophobe for a reason.
Don't mention the war!
Germans are just a little stereotypical, though. Just too easy.
To be fair, the carrot cake was probably among the top ten best things I have ever placed in in my mouth. It was home made and delicious, but I wanted to be wandering lonely as a cloud upon the high places at the time, not sat among chintz.
I think Brian is being a little Harsh on us Brits EXCEPT the tabloid press, which is a national disgrace. (I too won't buy a newspaper) It is the rottenness at the heart of our society.
The tabloid press - a law unto itself - courted by spineless politicians because it has so much sway - which feeds off the critical ignorence of a lot of the public, but which pretends to champion them and is actually a tool for owners who are not of them - which as no regard for the damage it does to individuals - which mercilessly promotes with the carrot of celebrity before dumping and trashing a series of hapless narcissists - which has no interest in truth, integrity or decency whilst pretending that it really is the standard bearer for those qualities - which masquerades gossip and triviality as news whilst the real stories go unnoticed - which employs bigoted loudmouths who then leave to become respectable -
I have issues with the tabloid press which is why I don't buy any. I'll sign up for therapy tomorrow...
:lol:
There is nothing to beat a good rant, I have been known to have one or two myself. I hate the News of the World as well but this leaves me in a moral dilemma. Is the Sporting Post a broadsheet or a tabloid ? As to the German problem, I have always thought that bullying was a group activity perfected by the herring folks. Apparently intellectuals practice this as well. I have always preferred to plough my own furrow. :chillpill:
A story to strike fear into every sheep-farmer's heart.
http://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/ar...ectid=10674846
This storm will be nearly as devastating in dollar terms as the earthquake in the end.
I'm just waiting until someone reads the Jonah story and decides to throw me overboard!
You seem to be having a wee weather problem, earthquakes, storms the size of Australia, ad infinitum. The Arc idea seems to be beached. Gilliatt has cancelled the sloop and the general concencus appears to be you are on your own mate. Phone us when the sun re-appears. Your faithful pal Jocky. :)
Thanks very much for your support!
We're having more wind here than I get after three vindaloos in a row.
Trees across roads, old ladies across paddocks...
Classic storm-related comment:
"People are more resilient down here," the Southern Communication spokesperson said. "Not like Aucklanders. When a deck chair blows over we don't call the fire brigade."
Yep, that's the exact equivalent!
The rest of the country sees Aucklanders as a bunch of rich arrogant bastards that ignore the rest of the country.
Since Auckland arrogantly ignores the uncivilised parts of the country (everywhere outiside Auckland) while piling up huge riches, I find it all a bit odd.
Yes, the US-centricism of news media is pretty universal.
The only time UK makes the news is when Prince Phil lets off a zinger.
Holy crap.
They're talking 1,000,000 dead lambs now. The worst spring storm in 50-100 years down south.
A million!
Don't expect cheap lamb for a while.
Sounds like you are taking a beating down there.
Winter is not going away with a whisper.
I found this update article:
http://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/ar...ectid=10675148
That and McDonalds!
Elissa is not eqiupped to handle those storms!
I'll drop anchor at Easter Island for the time being.
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Oh dear, a shortage of lamb! I hope prices don't go up.:drool5:
To be fair though, the second article about the Mental affects of a disasterous lambing time is spot on. I have known a couple, and it is difficult to keep fighting the overwhelming feeling that every thing you do is useless, and you might as well stay in bed. Its probably a mixture of exhaustion and depression.
No it isn't!!!! Funnily enough, I played Rugby in the south, and when I came up here, it was very soft and namby-pamby in comparison. Also, the number of people up here who who whinge about the cold, never mind being convinced that at any point south of Watford there are two Jags on every drive, drives you crackers. I just make the accent a bit stronger, and tell 'em "Oh, you Northerners - we breed 'em tough where I come from". And if you want to hear the biggest bunch of Jesses in the planet, listen to local radio on about the dreaded football, and they're crying like a collection of big girl's blouses. Ah, Sheffield, the gateway to.......something!
:rofl: :incazzato:
Off the wall weekly highlights: Popish person shaking hands with female Anglican priest (caution pope visiting holding child's hand at crosswalk pretty sweet too); Perfect American Teen winner from Wales (what a melting pot we are-extreme sarcasm intended); English-speaking world separated by common language is always special.
Go Twins! Beat those "Damn Yankees"
No more talk of clipped, clamped, and cauterized (especially by military medical personnel)-well, that just makes me cringe less. Sorry for the lambs, more sorry for the owners. Rain? Ain't seen/heard/felt any for months (again). Paris Hilton being barred by the owner of the Bunny Ranch? Who gives a crap?
Other odd news: Elissa laying up at Easter Island. 1/5 of Scotch in a man who claimed to believe that he was 3/4 Norwegian and 1/4 Irish. Moderator wishing the Mrs.s was hooked into this when we already have a perfectly good female representative (who's willing to share that she's getting some). English only separates those who speak it. Have on blokes!
I forgot this one: Paris Hilton disallowed entrance to Japan. Finally, a country with......
Ah, gbrekken, it's all a Welsh plot....just when you least expect it, and there will by Y Ddraig Goch flying on every flagpole on the planet!
And whether we can find somebody who cares.....................
The funny thing is, we actually got off lightly - the main part of the storm passed 1000km to the south of southern NZ.
If it had passed over us, I doubt anything would be left standing.
Isn't it too close to Xmas for Easter?
Yes, one man's pain is your gain!
Swings & roundabouts. I hope you don't have to go through it!
Yep, and most farmers do care for their animals and seeing them die of cold or milk fever must be very hard.
I'd swap!
I think you might need to upgrade that "some" to "plenty" going by the drop-off in posting!
:D
I have no idea what her face looks like, but I'm sure I could still recognise her.
Funny!
I posted the above and while I'd been typing, this had arrived in the a mail:
http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s...st/caveman.jpg
Unfortunately, no, Jocky; he's a watered down Irishman, twice removed from the old country...if you find him in a vegetable patch at all, it'll be with a bottle of lagger...snoozing away.
I'm looking to Britain for my next paramour:lol:
:drool5: Tell Parker I'm also in tears, I've been eating cheap frozen pizzas and lasagnes on the run:svengo:
:svengo: Little carrots and potatos...:drool5::sad:
I'm definitely coming to Britain for a proper beau....shopping and tea;)
So how's your project of the extra acreage going, Paul?
I'd forgotten all about Paris Hilton...anyone know anything about the attempt on the Popes life?
Love it!:lol:
Oh gosh, Scher, I'm still picking tar and feathers off from the last Blokes significant other who thought I was flirting:leaving: