After three and a half years, Curmudgeon takes time to explain how he came to end up in Vienna – from a railtrip through Europe with his hotel room in Vienna being on the Gürtel through to his eyrie in the Döblinger Cottageviertel. Continue reading 1992 and all that
Twitter is proving interesting. I get my news headlines from a range of sources nicely tweeted, and there are also some more niche members of the twitterati that I follow. Possibly the 280 character limit has helped hold my interest – as it allows a thought to be developed. And the threads of tweets can prove quite readable. There are also some wonderful tweets to blog posts and websites, and I am also guilty of this… Maybe, dear reader, you found your way here from twitter.
An eagle-eyed reader pointed out that after all my pomp about the impending arrival of a biscuit tin during my trip to see “Elderly Aunt” there was no mention of the biscuit tin that was due to be entrusted to my care. I returned to Austria reeling from how the country I had spent most of my formative years in was now somewhere I no … Continue reading Biscuit Tin – Blech/Pech gehabt?
The Curmudgeon in the Cottage 