It s Karneval time in the Papist areas of the country and there are fewer more depressing sights than watching Germans try to enjoy themselves
Bloke No Longer In Austria, in the comments.
It s Karneval time in the Papist areas of the country and there are fewer more depressing sights than watching Germans try to enjoy themselves
Bloke No Longer In Austria, in the comments.
Good line.
Windhoek used to be very German and I had some terrific parties there. I probably had a few more that I don’t remember. Kleine kleine and all that. Lots of girls from now Namibia were at Stellenbosch University with me and they took having a good time VERY SERIOUSLY.
I’ve enjoyed pootling about German Xmas markets. The jollity seemed unforced.
Most of my visits to Germany have been to Munich; Bavarians seem more than up for jollity.
Never been to Windhoek, but it’s my go to refreshing lager on SA visits.
German women are fucking brilliant BTW.
But the German woman everyone knows is probably the ugliest.
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To quote the late Willie Rushton: “People sometimes say to me ‘where would we be without a sense of humour?’, and I reply ‘Germany.'”
A German once told me the only thing that got him aroused was when his wife dressed up as Poland.
Pcar –
When you are trying to smear Donald Trump and not even CNN will believe you, you have serious problems.
Where I was based it was the Schützenfest that got them going. In the evening in the beer tents the first rendition of a bunch of pissed up Germans in their finest doing the Birdy Song was quite amusing. By the 10th time it was time to retire to the NAAFI.
Saturday is as much a no-go area on television in Germany as it is in the UK. There used to be a variety show called Musikantenstadl, which ran from 1980ish to 2015. It is an exact illustration of what I mean.
A TV studio belonging to one of the regional stations would be converted into a beer garden and hundreds of Germans ( Swiss and Austrians too, it was a joint production – in fact they went all over the world where there was a German population, not sure how often they went to Argentina and Paraguay though) would sit glumly by their complementary beers as a procession of ghastly folk singers would come on and mime crap songs about their liabste Herzl, or some such bollox.
I used to sit transfixed, hypnotised by the sheer awfulness of it, until my Austrian missus would discover me, eyes glazed and slack-jawed and mercifully switch it off. She hated the programme, primarily because she once badly broke her leg and the lady in the bed next door in hospital made a point of watching all possible Volksmusik shows on telly where available and she vowed never to watch another one.
We did watch it once, though. It was the New Years Eve show 2005 I think, so we had the sound down until midnight came and the presenter Karl Moik did the countdown live. I remember saying that he looked a bit off and in fact he got the countdown wrong, he was too early. Anyway he was very professional and managed not to have his heart attack until after the cameras had stopped rolling.
The Karneval shows are the epitome of forced jolliness, with accountants in silly hats reciting crap poems, dancing girls and amateur comedians; fifty year old men, dressed as 70 year old women telling 100 year old jokes.
The horror, the horror…