Yes,…it’s time for some European culture, sometimes called Kultur….
All I know from Oz is that the Cats took over in the last quarter against Port and it’s cold. It’s maybe 34 here, and I’ve done some painting of the human psyche under stress and retreated inside from the heat and for a while the thunderstorm…and there are a lot of Jimmy Bartel lookalikes in Germany…
It’s Saturday afternoon, a traditional footy day in the suburbs and in the olden times…and occasionally at the MCG now..
Except, for me (fur mehr) it’s Saturday in Berlin and courtesy of ZDF I am watching the direct broadcast of the Swedish Royal wedding. I turned to it after 5 mins of Russia Today on the cost of de-velcroing American troops uniforms (too noisy!), same on Edinburgh tattoo with German commentator, BBC travel, an old Western film with good Injuns and bad dead Injuns and some French news and a study of the last ‘geant’ ( giant), Gen. de Gaulle or so the doco says…
‘…and naked bodies on Malaysian mountains and subsequent earthquakes…and subsequent trials…
.. but they didn’t top the Swedish royal wedding…for TV distraction
The Stockholm cathedral is more ornate than the austere Lutheran etc Protestantism of the Danish one (royal wedding TV) and Helsinki’s great, externally ornate, big one… (visit).
The flower girls were very young, very happy and great.
The Royals less so. He looks like a sleaze, and I shouldn’t say that about a man with a beard. She has a past as a topless model, a reality TV celebrity etc… and he may have a past too.
Except that while they would both look better on radio their toothiness is natural (no California jobs) and they seem to be smiling naturally…and enjoying it all..
Enya was OK, Coldplay’s “Fix You” seemed a worrying prediction of fixing up the relationship at any time in the future and the Swedish male singer was so so. The bejewelled royal ladies from wherever wearing their sashes at least had more than traditional colour – swathes of red and yellow as well as royal blue and imperial purple. And the representatives of Swedish multiculturalism added even more to Logie Baird’s palette.
Everyone loves a wedding, even republicans, who can’t quite understand why the news doesn’t report on ‘so-called royals’, in Aus. as well as in egalitarian, ha ha, Scandinavia…
And the big show had more colour than a grand final or a Rio festival (latter only seen by me on TV), and the stagecoach looks good…do we need them for the Granny parade, wherever it is going…?
or even a boat on the Yarra, even if it’s not Stockholm harbour in June….
…and troops of different colours on horses…all leading to a watery ride into the Zukunft or l’avenir…even better than a crossing the bridge shot in the gardens during the September finals…
Apology. Now, I know I should be doing something more responsible…..
Such as watching the Berlin Crocodiles in their 15th footy year, and if it was training they would probably be playing topless….
Not to forget the Crocs’ April victories in Hamburg against the Hamburg Swans and the Rheinland Sport, although going down (6.2.38 to 7.5.47) against the Hamburg Pirates…
Or, in this big, green, lively city…it could have been…but, as many reality TV contestants later admit, you can’t have everything…
Verrucht? Perhaps…more about the mad man in the street with a liking for AH and not for Polizei later…
Even after 2 years of German with Herr Schmiedecke und Frau Treadwell at Taroona High School
and a month sleeping on the lilo in the Tasmanien TeufelKuche of the students Arbeitswohn home at Tubingen I know that ‘fur mehr’ even without an umlaut on the u does not mean ‘for me’.
Sumimasen as the Japanese say!
I must have been either on one of Richard Branson’s other planet or perhaps I was the victim of what the 1900 Bulletin would have called ‘a royal drunk’, as it coined a new noun.