Didn’t we have a lovely day, the day we didn’t go to Gamlitz…

As the heatwave continues, the Sommerloch is over due to a political wedding, the coalition extending the Austrian tradition of Proporz and the debris of another Kirtag, all taking place as the Curmudgeon flees the 19th district for the deep south. Continue reading Didn’t we have a lovely day, the day we didn’t go to Gamlitz…

In praise of the local heroes and anti-heroes.

As a forces brat, my upbringing was one where moving around a lot (on average every 2-3 years) meant it was difficult to put down roots anywhere, and also my memories were very sketchy about a lot of the places we lived. About 15 years ago, my brother and I went back to one of the towns we had lived near, and tried to retrace our route from the train station to a place that had been a public house we had been to in our youth (he just over-age and me under-age). Where we thought it was had been built over, along with three houses by it, with a new supermarket and car park on its site.

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