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
Ibizagate is on course to be word of the year, unless “Teigtaschenfabrik” can leapfrog it in the jury’s memories. Continue reading Where there’s dough, there’s dough
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.
Curmudgeon introduces himself, an Englishman embarking on retirement in Vienna’s Cottageviertel Continue reading Happiness is having something to complain about