Speed grieving in the age of Covid-19 has reached new heights among Curmudgeon’s outlaws. Curmudgeon doffs his hat respectively. Continue reading Viennese speed-grieving in times of (impending) Corona lockdown
Curmudgeon kept himself busy through October getting Christmas boxes together. With a bit of luck they will be distributed just prior to lockdown. Continue reading A Shoe Box full of Treasure
The last few weeks of 2018 have not been plain sailing. There have been reheated family feuds, ongoing worries about the welfare of my nephew on the high seas, the loss of a dear friend, and personal anxiety over B****t. The end of year quiz was a remarkably subdued affair as a result. Continue reading Curmudgeon emerges from the Funk(stille)
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
As Urlaubsgeld lands in the accounts of salaried employees from Bregenz to Burgenland I ponder how many people actually use their Urlaubsgeld for its apparent earmarked purpose. Continue reading Urlaubsgeld and Weihnachtsgeld – collective security?
It is the time of year when public holidays become near weekly fixtures. For the self-employed a case of famine rather than feast. The school year is drawing to an end and I am making myself useful. Continue reading Nachhilfe and Fenstertage
Some of the gabled villas in the Cottageviertel that are in estate agent parlance “sanierungsbedürftig” have a touch of the haunted house about them that is far more real than any Prater attraction can hope to be, including Madame Tussaud’s, which I am informed now sports a waxwork of Andreas Gabalier, the bad boy of the Austrian Volksmusik and Schlager scene, and famous also for … Continue reading Halloween in the Cottageviertel