Curmudgeon refuses to buy a hamster
without being clichéd Curmudgeon advises to keep calm and carry on. Continue reading Curmudgeon refuses to buy a hamster
Category: Austrian life
That was the decade that wasn’t
Curmudgeon recaps the decade Continue reading That was the decade that wasn’t
When friendship is just a short walk away
Sometimes a friend is only a few minutes walk away – a definite bonus in a day and age where friendships seem to dwindle so easily despite it being easier than ever to travel. Continue reading When friendship is just a short walk away
Three Chancellors and a Funeral
Austria can be thankful to its President as one of its most famous sons succumbs to illness. Continue reading Three Chancellors and a Funeral
An upbeat post for Spring
Sometimes, when least expected, someone’s ship comes in. Continue reading An upbeat post for Spring
Only happy when they moan
Perpetually scorned from the pool of survey respondees to parrot Vienna’s high quality of living, the Curmudgeon muses about the superficiality of some expats. Continue reading Only happy when they moan
Four Cemeteries and a Martinigansl
Death is a favourite topic among the Viennese. 1st November is renowned for being a day of mourning, tending of graves and family contemplation. Continue reading Four Cemeteries and a Martinigansl
Curmudgeon in a jam
Curmudgeon tries his hand at jam-making, albeit with a distinct lack of success, apart from in expediting a thorough cleaning of the kitchen. Continue reading Curmudgeon in a jam
A crash course in Austrian sandwiches and rolls
As I rode the 10a bus through the outer districts to see “the nephew”, I overheard two British lads, probably in their early 20s, talking about football and garage sandwiches. The former subject has been pretty wall-to-wall for the last month with the World Cup taking place in Russia, but the latter was a slightly surprising one. One of the two passengers was lamenting his recent purchase from a BP garage, which was very bland and unsatisfying and his companion chipped in with “Austrians just don’t get proper sandwiches”. Continue reading “A crash course in Austrian sandwiches and rolls”
One week until the summer holidays
Being married to a teacher, we have just got to the point of the school year where even the most well prepared, conscientious and experienced teacher have started their own mental countdown until the end of the school year. Some years are harder than others, especially if you have been devoting every last ounce of energy towards getting your form through the Matura and out into the big wide world. My saying “we” was deliberate, because the end of the school year seems to have become a joint planning effort in recent years. Continue reading “One week until the summer holidays”
