Tagged with Language

Maintaining Confusion

Maintaining Confusion

When I initially moved to Germany, I was amazed on a daily basis. This is what I have come to term “the holiday effect”, that is to say, when you move away from anywhere you have lived for a long time, you continually notice the differences. Obviously when you move to a different country, everything … Continue reading

Toy Fairs, Expats and Expense Accounts

Everywhere the Queen visits, as the old adage goes, smells of new paint. Of course this is probably apocryphal. As we all know, lizard monsters from the planet Zarg can’t smell. However, the general truth of the statement still stands, there are people that must believe that the world is solely occupied by well manicured, … Continue reading

All roads lead to Neuschwanstein

All roads lead to Neuschwanstein

There are few better things in life than freeing up a couple of weeks to finally take a break and go on holiday. The average holidaymaker will try and find somewhere warmer and with cheaper booze that then current location. However, for the British expat this really means returning to blighty to enjoy worse weather, … Continue reading

Oh, I’m going to Ikea!

Oh, I’m going to Ikea!

Moving house is a trauma, but to be honest, it’s probably about time. We live on the top floor of a small block of flats which has led to a number of thoroughly annoying occurrences. First, due to the close proximity of the roof, our ceilings slant awkwardly at the far edges. This wouldn’t be … Continue reading

Stop stealing our words!

Stop stealing our words!

Anyone learning the German language knows it can be a baffling and complex process, even when you’re really trying. I personally have been trying to get to grips with it for the last two years. Even when I think I have it, I don’t. One of the most important lessons i learned early on was … Continue reading

Class out the arse

Class out the arse

So, you more than likely saw the video last week of a hateful horse-faced hooray slagging off people with certain names, much to the chagrin of Holly Willobooby and Philip Scofield. I am sure you wanted to reach through your TV, grab her by the throat and give her a hefty slap. I know I … Continue reading

A Very Specific Survival Guide

A Very Specific Survival Guide

It’s me again, the non-Nic. I am fully aware that this is not likely to be met with whoops of delight in the blogosphere, but I’m not to be put off and shall do my damndest to win you over anyway. In my first entry I gave you some background on who and I am … Continue reading