oder: Die spinnen, die Briten.
Ok, ich glaube, nun habe ich wirklich lange enough waiting, I watch any more on this blog, write me, I'm not long enough to write? Yes? Thank you.
As very few of you know, I'm currently in London, more precisely, Watford. Because of the few who know, probably even less (ie garkeine) look at this pitiful site, I will now miss England sometimes comfortably on without skipping anything.
I live in Watford, which is according to Google Maps to London as the delicate Germer Ingen of Munich. All rubbish, as it turns out, has 250,000 inhabitants and has Watford away NEN Channel from the city center. So much for emotional truth. It is, in an hour I'm at the Subway Junction "Bank", really close to the core. Watford has in itself, the charm of Germer Ingen (yes, no!), Where it is almost worse, the houses here all look the same. Yes, really ALL. So the houses, petrol stations will still differ from churches, of course. To this day I can not understand how I'm 2 days ago for the first time found home from work, after an hour ride on the most-fuct-up motorways-of-europe. It borders simply a miracle. One could tell by the example of the wanderer in the desert, which theoretically is always running in circles because you somehow logically can never go straight. The poor wanderer would not experience the course before is presented by Al-Qaeda or turned off by the U.S. Army or both the light, he died of starvation, thirst or when he arrived back at the site would, of course, his mark away. Ha.
But I digress, I know. Fact is, I've found home. That's where all the houses look the same. Ie: small brick-colored, front garden and an idea of \u200b\u200bjust arranged the same. Working-Class halt. I have theorized that the English here with the biggest cars (M3 to donnermichweg-Land Rover) have the really tiny gardens, while the passionate Fiat Cinquecento drivers have gardens where in relation to the worldwide real Golf-Open could be held. That's not natural. A dog can have his sausage without having to crush in order to catch the green. That's it.
I drive a Vauxhall car. The German, who previously only available from the box interior, white: "Huh Watne dat?" The German, who stumbled through favorable circumstances, once a box above, white is: "Ha, an Opel" When I arrived here and began to survey the situation Vauxhall came over me a nasty grin: The British love driving here all Opel and not know it. Haha. Well, I digress already off. The Opel is alright, he drives fast you have to drive here that is not always, for more than 70 does not allow the Queen. I do not really know why you then have to buy here NEN thick M3, you can not leave him anyway (and in London congestion charge you must pay measly 8 pounds a day, unless you drive a car that is up to the existence recycle as a reed leaf leaves - ouch), but I believe that one must not understand!. first
much for today - next time I'll tell you about my first impressions in London, as manager to be beheaded in the subway ("Now get in the tube, we really shut the doors!"
Stop. I have nothing to do grad, hunger not, so I continue to write. I know I tend to grade really nasty backbiting, but it simply must go. The messages here are amazing! The radio in general!
But I would like from the beginning. The radio in England is a flat. Point. To me it really happened, I went over a hill-and-puff was a new station there. The transition has not even crackle. Since then, of course, just the previous song was also hörbaar let alone beautiful, I tried herzubekommen like a madman on the column shift the old station again - "Certainly funny, but completely hopeless." was a cold statement of my colleagues. Okay. So much for the system. Now the content. Where in Germany every half hour will be informed about world events, if there is any interest or not, you get weather and traffic information, because there are just spam. I do not know the format which will be given traffic information, but Dan Brown would surely find its Chiffrierfreak hobbyist or code anywhere on BBC Traffic News came so far to all sorts of times, but not the half or full hour. Whatever. News coming. Although every now and then something funny puzzlig distributed, but they come from.
And what news! On Antenne Bayern International provides first, then National (Politik!), then maybe irgendnem shit that nobody needs, but everyone wants to know (monk was raped, that) and then sports. Thus, in the way, I hope if the reader consensus. In the UK goes the other way, except that the the last two parts omitted, either because nobody here is interested, or they are taught all the English telepathically, straight from the House of Commons or something. No idea. Here, you do the radio, and ZACK: Young toddler trampled to death in front of the eyes of his mum! " "Family Father beaten up by three 16-year-old boys!" "Biker ? Shot down on the M1 "Fuck the Police
To get into the media, people do quite the funniest things: They deny the Holocaust, replace brush and easel to coke and hookers, Left parties and create funny sayings right Klopfer invent Big Brother or simply brunzdumm not needed here ("mesh."). One day attention Kill somebody in a creative way I think as a creative and somewhat impressionistic mass murderers like getting a death content of the media here
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So, actually, I would still very responsive to London, but the wäre jetzt ungerecht. Der Stadt gegenüber. Die ist nämlich wirklich teu...äh toll, und die muss ich mir noch genauer anschauen. Das mache ich kommendes Wochenende und in der Zeit danach...dann gibts wieder News. Ich muss mal schauen, was ich hier in Sachen Illustration unternehme. Wenn ich den Text gleich online stelle, werde ich nicht lange Zeit haben, denn das Internet, das ich hier über ein offenes (haha!) WLAN habe, funktioniert nie lang und ich muss das Notebook eigentlich immer wirr schräg durchs Badfenster halten und gleichzeitig auf ein gutes Verhältnis Venus - Mond hoffen.
-bene-
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