Author: Steve

Last night we went to the pub for our monthly ‘Stammtisch’ – an evening of good company and German language practice with expats, of whom my wife is one.  The conversation inevitably came around to the subject of the forthcoming election, which appears to be a pissing contest between the far right and the not-quite-so-far right about who can magic the most money (measured in the new currency of election promises, the billion).  I really like this phrase used in Germany to describe perfectly what’s going on (and I may not have got this exactly right, since my German isn’t that good):  Das Blau vom Himmel Versprechen, meaning they promise the very blue from the sky! Which sums up the current campaigning perfectly.

Incidentally, just so you know where I stand here, I certainly won’t be voting for the Millibrain, who simply can’t add up and yet who wants to run a country. Ludicrous. Unfortunately, since the previous Labour government organised the destruction of our education system, nobody else can add up either which can only result in one outcome in this election.

I’ve decided to start a blog, though I’m not sure I’ll stick with it for more than a few entries. I have a vision of a hugely interesting catalogue of my comings and goings which will thrill and captivate a global audience and thereby make some small contribution to the informationsphere which already consumes hours of you-tube videos every second. I’ll be steering clear of those, in the main, unless I have something remarkable to show you. I did, in fact, make one, once, and I might introduce you later.

Anyway, my name’s Steve, almost-semi-retired-but-frightened-to-commit and almost miserable, but not quite, kept afloat by a passion for attempts to do things I can’t really do, such as playing my guitar, and by the fact that I haven’t yet concluded the marathon starring Walt and Jesse which, after all, has only 65 episodes. Only 7 to go, though.  And then there’s Better Call Saul. Anyway, thank god for Netflix.

On this, my first visit to my new blog’s editor, my wife, who shall at this point remain nameless lest I get a letter from the information commissioner’s office, is collecting in the washing from the line outside after a beautiful day here on the south coast. In fact, it was almost 25 degrees here, so I can safely say that summer is almost over barely a fortnight after the clocks sprung forward to announce that the grass is riz. Which it is. I’m looking out of the front room window over six inches of the stuff so the mower will be featuring in a blog entry within a few days.

So… Hello World!