Emmjay's cool disdain for Aussie yobbos - alternatively, resting standing up. Or has he left his teeth somewhere?
Pig’s regulars are well used to the risks and terrors of Australian tourists displaying some of the less wonderful national characteristics. I’m not fond of the larrikan streak of disobediance unless of course there’s a figure of absurd authority deserving of it. In this case, despite our bicycle tour guide’s express advice that we may sit (but not stand) on the concrete objects that make up the Monument to Jews murdered by the Nazis, our tour group yobbo – let’s call him Brett (because that is his name) encouraged three other fucking turkeys to get up there with him.
He was wearing a checked shirt.
What more can I say.
Five hours of Brett was enough to encourage me to become an asylum seeker in New Zealand.
BTW, the tour was a complete blast, despite the yobbos and is highly recommended. The rest of the photos were of the tour guide – whom the lesser Emmlet found to be fascinating and a surprisingly good looking (for a former Mancunian) artist now painting as a member of the contemporary Berlin expressionist school.
But to finish on a positive note – well, another positive note, I was watching Arsenal play Man U in the cafe at Circus Berlin. No, sorry, they weren’t in the cafe, I was in the cafe. Another Aussie walked in and was recognised as a long lost pal by some ex-pats.
It was my old sailing skipper’s son. I went to this young man’s wedding four years ago in Vaucluse where he married his German sweetheart.
Pretty small world, eh ?
I was speculating with the first mate that the Gods are toying with me again.
Can I have a professional deitological opinion from ‘Mou, T2 and Glenda, please. Others may also put forward a plausible explanation.
Note: Like Julian, I have more than one Pig’s Arms T-shirt, and this one was definitely washed since the last post. (OK, Mom ?)
Note 2: I was a bit worried about the lack of a Kosher shirt, so I respectfully stayed outside. Did you get that , Brett ?
Window Dresser's Arms, Pig & Whistle 
gewurtztraminer, haven’t had one for a long time, will do this weekend
thanks Mark
Mark
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Shit, how did that get there?
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Hung, what on earth is a gewurtztraminer? I think I had one once, but the wheels fell off…
😉
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A grape variety that produces a dry white
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I don’t know how anyone can drink that stuff. Taken with a shot of insulin, I guess.
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I take it ‘gewurtztraminer’ is not quite as ‘dry’ as Hung seems to think, Emmjay?
🙂
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Looking good Mike. (Who needs teeth anyway?)
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Where are the strategic pics of the Pig’s Tee?
And…..You could have embroidered the cap, Emmjay !!
I’m off to gay Paree. My brother will pick me up at Garde du Nord- but there will be a few choice swear words- as I lied about the size of my ‘Fort Samsonite’; and he has a new porsche. Tee hee.
I guess we’ll have to tie it on behind- or I’ll be relegated to a £50 taxi journey.
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Problem was solved by lack of rain and dropping the roof.
I had forgotten that all Parisians were lousy, dangerous drivers- zooming along on partially cobbled streets- oblivious to anyone with an ounce of caution.
It actually makes Queenslanders seem civil.
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I remember Parisian drivers Emmjay; in the UK they drive on the left-hand side of the road; in Europe they drive on the right-hand side of the road; and in Paris they drive wherever they bloody well feel like driving!
The best way to get around Paris is the Metro… I remember my first experience with the Metro… I was quite surprised, and not a little amused, to discover that the metro trains actually looked exactly like those in the ‘Pink Panther’ cartoons… It was a very surreal moment for me.
Now, of course, they have newer trains which are a little bit more comfortable than the rattley old things they used to use; but they don’t have the same character…
Maybe I’m just getting old…
🙂
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We’re all toys of the gods, emmjay! With no exceptions! You think that’s toying with the gods? Listen to this:
Mother, Mrs At and I went to a friend’s place for a long overdue visit. One of their daughters is a photographer, who I am sure won’t mind if I put here her website: http://www.nikitaxidisphotography.com.au/
She travels around the world taking photos and doing a good job of portraying the huge breadth of uniqueness in human and ecological nature. So far as the parents were concerned at this particular time, she was in Nepal. They were doing their own touring around the world when they stopped at Beijing for a week. That god-toying day, they decided to go to a street they had never been and check out the restaurants. They argued about one in particular but finally decided to enter it. They sit down at one of the tables and across the mother’s chair, just a few feet away was her daughter! She shut her eyes and told herself she was dreaming but then her daughter turned and saw them. To say g’day to Boggie, “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”
The mother, though a vehement atheist -like her husband- was shocked enough to say, “I don’t know what it is, George, but I know something’s doing something funny with our heads.”
She had roasted a lovely forequarter of kid for us. Slow, 180% for three and a half hours. Delicious.
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..or gewurtztraminer, or Firefly lager (sorry, not gluten free!).
Mark
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Would anyone be so kind as to assist us in passing on a message to an Emmjay? That’s him in the photo above. He left no forwarding address but we are attempting to locate him to let him know we found a set of teeth in the glass besides his bed. His nurse had the idea to try to locate him via the Pigs Arms T-shirt that he always wore. (He tried to tell us that the white powder in his backpack was for the purpose of washing it, but of course we weren’t having a bar of it. Unfortunately for the nurse we didn’t have a bar of washing soap with which to replace it either.)
Please also pass on our sincere hope that he check in to our German clinic where I am confident the more specialised facilities will lead to a successful outcome.
Yours Faithfully,
The Director
Prague Rehabilitačním Centru
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I sent message to Glenda about your request but haven’t heard anything back from her.
Tin’s gone from Mv – was all stacked on the shed sites – found asbestos underneath – must rush back to remove and shore up possible wash-off with hessian.
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Of course the gods are toying with you Emmjay!
They never stop and, like the Apaches, it’s when one cannot easily discern their influence that they are most likely to be setting you up for some ultimate denouement…
But good or bad? That usually depends on how you react to
whatever adversity they throw your way… and of course, which god it is that is playing with you.
🙂
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