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Why not try this at home!

February 24th, 2009

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Last Friday night, as part of the thesis finishing champange drinking extravaganza, Nev popped a bottle of champange with a sabre. We don’t have any before pictures, but John took a couple of afters!

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For anyone who wants to try their hand at this at home here is a handy guide. Mind your thumbs and other people and windows and breakable stuff in general.

I tawt I taw a puddy tat!

January 1st, 2009

Das Neue Jahr in München war viel Spaß. Chuffy hat Essen für 10 ausgerichtet. Erste mal hatten wir pâté und kleines Stoffe. Dann haben wir die Fondues, die eines Käse Fondue und eines Tafelöl Fondue mit Strauß sind. Der Nachtisch war Eiscreme und Walderdbeeren. Gegen Mitternacht haben wir mit Feuerwerk im Garten und aus der Terrasse gespielt.

Heute tue ich nicht so viel. Ich denke, dass rote Wein und Chmpange und Bier gut schmecken, aber ich hätte nicht alle in die eigene Nacht getrunken. Wir haben das Haus geputzt, und ein bisschen ferngesehen. Morgens gehe ich zu die Innenstadt, um Schistoffe zu kaufen.

Meine Lösung für das Neue Jahr sind natütlich meine Deutsche zu besseren, und mehr Blogposts zu schreiben. Manchmal zusammen!

Class Photos

September 13th, 2008

Two weeks into a 2nd eight weeks of German seems like a good time to catch up on the first course.

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Looking back the course seemed more relaxed and less hectic than the current course. Lots of reasons for that, everybody started at the same level so it was easy to bond, there was no big exam (like there will be in October) and it was summer.

And summer in Munich means Beer Gardens. Hopefully we will get to a couple with the current class too.

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September 1st, 2008

The whole “no-beer” thing after the excesses of recent weeks lasted a whole 11 hrs from 9:30AM (yes that AM, the one in the morning) to 8:30PM this evening. Now that excess beer time is over I may even be able to get some blogging done… …Or at least some Deutsche gelernt

At least beer while listening to Fiona Apple is less work than Bavarian drinking songs

Barthelmarkt in Oberstimm
des is was für mi
Alle meine old’n Freind
San alle Jahr dabei

and so on and so forth.

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July 24th, 2008

As an addendum to the last post I would like to note that its not a good idea to put beer into the freezer and then forget about it.

And if you do, Helles is not very nice when defrosted. Not even in the semi-defrosted slushy beer stage.

Sandal Knitting

July 22nd, 2008

It was a busy weekend around town. Munich is celebrating its 850th birthday this year (about as old as Cork says Chuffy) so there was a street party type thing and associated bands and events. I didn’t get to see a lot of what happened in town,  but I managed to roam about a bit here and there.

I would like to say I started the weekend early, but I don’t think that a post midday club sandwich and rugby in Killians counts as much an achievement. Although one could consider it to be more than South Africa managed! In any case the street party festivities didn’t start until after 2pm.

Street parties in Munich seem to mean beer. And more beer, With sausages and bread as ballast and soakage. And so many of the traditional Bavarian arts were on display. Like brewing, and glass blowing, and cask making and horse breeding. And beekeeping for some reason. Its unusual to see two or three hives more or less on the main street and lots of people milling around.

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While there doesn’t appear to be much in the way of overt Bavarian nationalism, there does seem to be an appreciation of Bavaria as a place and a history. So there were a lot of people in Lederhosen and other costumes, including some medieval re-enactors, Napoleonic military dress, Viennese Dress and 1920s attire. Basically covering every period except for the World Wars.

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I didn’t get to wander around town as much as I wanted to as some of us had arranged to go to Tollwood, and that happened a wee bit earlier than I expected. Tollwood is ok, but I wouldn’t go crazy for it. Its supposed to be a cross between a music festival and a hippy get together. Its not really either, being too commercial for the second and not music-y enough for the first.  So more of a trinket-fest with bands and there was a lot of people hanging around, buying shiney things. Overall the atmosphere was good and there was plenty to eat and drink so that all worked out well.

Sunday we went to a real “knit your own sandals brigade” event, and weave, smith and braid them too, if so desired. The Kaltenberg Knights Tournament is essentially a renaissance faire; with jousting and a mediveal market, although without the, come for the stink, stay for the plague; authenticity of the real thing. The jousting is about as real as professional wrestling, but its fun in a twee, disney kinda way. The bad guys wear black, the good guys wear white and der Bayrisch Ritter always turns up on time to save the day.

The market was much more fun with plenty of people selling genuine modern home made medieval stuff including clothes, armour, jewellery, glass and fly swatters. Here’s a tip, if you ever got to a medieval market with a couple, who subsequently buy a fly swatter. It would be handy to know the German for “I’m not with them” or “I’ve never seen these people before in my life. Officer”.

The food and beer was very good and we had fish on a stick and bbq’ed meat (no name just ‘fleisch’) and beer and mead. We attracted some bees with the mead and some of them hung around to get drunk with us.

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Afterwards there was whisky and late trains home and no homework done! And care packages from home. Chuffy had been away for the weekend, and I conspired with John and arranged that he would bring back books. Hurrah!

Hair of The Dog

July 5th, 2008

Went to a bbq last night out in the sticks, well not quite the sticks. But it seems I can’t remember the S-Bahn we took or where we got off, which is what happens when you run after people through a busy hauptbahnof and on to a train. I seem to recall looking at a map of Eicheanu sometime last night, so it was most probably there. The S-Bahn is quick, clean and convenient, and runs late, the all-but-last train is at 12:15 and there is a late train at 02:15 so not too shabby. As we got the 12:15 train back to the city centre, the U-Bahn was still running and I was able to get that home.

The BBQ was meat oriented, which is good and alcohol oriented which is equally good, if not better. Argentinian beef marinaded in red wine, blood, garlic and peppers worked out really well as did everything else. There was even salad and fruit for dessert to make up for the not quite cholesterol friendly meat course. I like to think I am watching what I eat so that I can eat Argentinian beef (in moderation) when the occasion arises.

We had a few beers before dinner, and then a Chilean red and a German red with the meat. After dinner we had whisky. Lagavulin is a single malt I hadn’t had before. Its an Islay malt so its a bit peaty, and the minimum age is 16 years old, so its a bit more subtle than say Talisker, which is typically 10 years old. Its a lot more subtle than Laphroaig, but then again so is being hit in the back of the head with a peat briquette. Anyway Lagvulin seems to be available at the same price as the 10 year old single malts, which indicates either its competing against the 10 year olds, its a bargain or that whisky is cheap here in Germany. I expect experimentation lies ahead…

This morning I was up early, but not early enough for the South Africa v New Zealand match. But I made it into the city centre in good time for to watch France get hammered by Australia, A few beers wasn’t the best idea, not on top of a breakfast of yogurt, juice and a bananananana. But alls well that ends well. A club sandwich worked wonders and anyway this is Bavaria so I wasn’t the only person walking the streets after lunch with a few beers in them.

Bought a few bits and pieces and a book, which only goes to show that I shouldn’t be allowed out on my own drunk, or sober. There was an orchestar rehearsing in the collonade of the Feldherrnhalle on Odeonsplatz so I grabbed a coffee and sat there for a while.

So not bad for a first weekend in Germany. Sunday I have to do homework and chores and generally be domestic. I am also planning a couple of hours in the Olympiapark with my camera, weather permitting. So here’s hoping for cooler than 30 degrees and less than 90% humidity.

Instant Training

June 19th, 2008

Its been quite a while since I have had a cup of instant coffee. We don’t keep any in the flat and its easy enough to avoid elsewhere.
As well, I have, more or less, trained myself to take coffee without sugar or milk in the last while. I am not at the stage where I can taste subtle differences between coffees yet, but neither is black coffe just a horriblly bitter got beverage any more either.
So I can tell the difference, or at least tell there is a difference, between coffee from javas cafe, or the shop, the common room and so on. Upping my coffee intake towards 4 or 5 cups a day has probably helped.
And so my first cup of instant for ages, train coffee… (insert ominous music) instant coffee is horrible when taken black. At least the stuff they sell on Irish Rail is anyway. Its weak and witery and cold. And suprisingly bitter, .almost in a “what do you expect its only instant” kind of way. Its enough to put one of instant for good. Or at least between trains!
This is also a training post in that its my first post here, .as a sort of test of the system before I formally move over. Its also my first time posting from a mobile phone, although Opera Mini is a good enough browser that the only real difference is the keyboard. And its my first post from a train.