> Scotland has some good traditions. Whisky drinking, for one. Another one that’s appropriate for this time of year is “First footing” To ensure good luck for the house, the…
> I’ve known Lena since she was about 3. I took her on her first date (suitably chaperoned by Mrs jb’s niece, I hasten to add) when she was about…
> …that you find kids who’s prefer to be at school than elsewhere. These 2 young flossies accosted me on the Christmas market and said “we’refromtheMartunusschoolandwe’recollectingforUNCEFwouldyouliketo makeadonation?” Being half-deaf, a…
> …whether to post this utterly un-composed image. It actually came out better than I’d perspectived….
> Early successes, spoiled the creation,Hills, ridges reddish tomorrowall creation, – pollen of the flowering godhead,Joints of the light, corridors, stairways, thrones,Rooms from essence, shields made of ecstasy, riotsstormy ecstatic…
> They’re bound to be cheaper. Delightful tea-lights in an NMKOP shop in the Kirschgarten
> ….Mrs jb thought a second post might be in order… [Enough of this rampant sentimentalism. Ed]
> ..all the way down the Augustinerstrasse. A traditional air to accompany your Christmas pud
> …and the smoke detectors start going off regularly, it must be getting close to Christmas.
> Now isn’t this just soooo FestivewithacapitalF? AND the reflections of the Advent wreath board in the window… I would have straightened the candle, but I’m sure it’s more artistic…
> The origins of the Pavlova are hotly disputed. Supposedly created in the honour of Anna Pavlova, a Russian ballerina who toured Australia and New Zealand in the 1920s, it’s…
> …but I want need one of these thingies… My uncle had something better. He was Senior Technical Officer at an RAF Strike Force base at the height of the…
The Nagelsäule – Nail Pillar – has stood on the Liebfrauenplatz on the eastern side of the cathedral since 1916 and – as far as research tells me – is…
> ….singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise Road Pavementkill…
I do rate Interieur 251, the restaurant at the Arp Museum in (NQM) Rolandseck, but their prices sometimes make my eyes water. 0.15l of their (admittedly quite excellent) apple…
> I get talked out of half a sesame bagel at breakfast, Ms jb spends GOOD MONEY on a totally unnecessary tin umbrella thingie, even ties a RIBBON around the…
> If it can’t still be a brewery (which it used to be), it might as well be a kiddies shop. Stumbled over Zippilotta one evening on the way…
> pointsettialess if you ask me. Spend all that time raising these things in hothouses, giving them a carbon footprint the size of Alaska, and then – schwoooop –…
Our Christmas Stollen each contain a lump of butter about the size of a baby’s head. And they’re guaranteed polybrominated diphenyl ether-free, which is more than you can say for…
> …big city medium-sized market town. We are a state capital, mind you. Seen on the Christmas market. Mexican, I think. Quality cocaine they had, too…
> Even Ms jb is stumped by this. And that’s saying something. Scotch – the fashion brand – appears to be from the Netherlands and “Scotch Shrunk” – kiddie-sized kit…
> …an Eiswein. Another NQM moment. The Eiswein monument is a mere hsaaj down river in Bingen, opposite the Niederwalddenkmal (in the far distance, commemorating the creation of the German…
> Almost like Chicago…. Strolling back from the Christmas market on Saturday night when all of a sudden 4 (FOUR) police cars with sirens a-wailing and blue lights a-flashing come…
> …that’s for remembrance.” Hamlet, IV, 5 So do you think that if I were to wrap a rosemary wreath around my cranium, it would do away with CRS syndrome?
> …two. Take one beam left over from a half-timbered house from around 1600, 4 saucer-type thingies by Frank the Potter plus 4 candles and you’re all set for Advent.…
> ..just doesn’t have that …..RING…. to it…. What the Mason jar is to American housewives, the Weck jar is to German Hausfrauen. Or French ménagère for that matter. Johann…
> Looking up at the fortifications that are the Mainz Rathaus (town hall), one could be excused for thinking that at any moment boiling oil or similar could be…
> ..and other Festive Illusions. It’s all going to be my fault, of course. We rocked on down into the Big Smoke last night for a Christmas concert in the…
> Two (benches) are company, three (flags) are a crowd. No takers for seating opportunies at the Town Hall yesterday at a crisp -4ºC
> At Odile’s Advent hoolie. If you listen to Monika Granereau, this cake of Aleppo soap will add years to your life and strip away decades of ageing, with the…
OK. So I followed up on the sculptures in front of the Gutenberg Museum and actually got a response from one of the academic staff. We now know that the…
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