Archive for August, 2008

Terminal Boardom – In dubious Honour of the new Heathrow Terminal 1

August 29, 2008

Ah! Terminal 1
What have they done?
To 2, and you?
Really,
There isn’t much to do.
When there’s nothing to be done.

But when it’s tripping off your tongue.
And out,
Onto the runway,
and going far,
far away…

From you?

My word! (das Kugelstoßen) I’m going all German…

August 14, 2008

Last night I read the paper for the times of the Olympic highlights. I came across this field event: das Kugelstoßen, which I immediately (innately) knew and pictured. By elimination of the other events (speerwerfen, hammerwurf, diskus), it was also obvious. But for the life of me, I could not figure out what the English word was!

It must have been an hour before I came to ‘shotput’.

Am I being Deutschified?

So Seventies: Stuttgart

August 6, 2008

People hanging around the park. Frisbees flying. A (Cape Town) Golden Acre-ish feel to the buildings and the crowds. Plus the fact that shops are closed on Sundays.  And they still call each other “Herr”/”Mister”.

I really like the place.

Me, myself: Milling, malling, mindlessly moving.

Egal. Genau. And all that. Tschuss baby:)