Sunday, April 12, 2020

Spring sprang


Last summer pruned
there are far less blossoms this year
but more visitors to see.

Saturday, April 11, 2020

Those were the days – Today 50 years ago



Update: And today, April 12th, Peter Bonetti, Chelsea's keeper in these legendary final(s), died.  R.i.P. the Cat.

Friday, April 10, 2020

Friday is Skyday

13:40

13:40

13:53:24

13:53:56

15:16

15:18

Thursday, April 09, 2020

Wednesday, April 08, 2020

Légende Jacques Brel



Jacques Brel (8 April 1929 – 9 October 1978)

Tuesday, April 07, 2020

Sea, Gull & Salt

Gull watching
a kite surfer
and flies away – laughing
with a pinch of salt

Monday, April 06, 2020

Another nice evening

The sea at 18.00

The wine at 19:00

The turbot at 19:30

The sea at 20:16

Saturday, April 04, 2020

Saturday Night Music – Rebekka Bakken



Rebekka Bakken *4 April 1970

A fine address

Reservation made the day before.
Nice selection.
What would they recommend?

Day's catch: Delicious seabream.

And afterwards a little walk.


A fine afternoon

Well, today one year ago

which was a Thursday:

el faro de Santa Pola.

Friday, April 03, 2020

Thursday, April 02, 2020

Laughing Lhursday*

Find the fault

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Wednesday, April 01, 2020

Flann fooled you all

I'll not tell which pseudonym he does currently prefer, but I may again say those few people still taking for granted Flann O'Brien died April 1st 1966, can look back on a remarkable long career as April fools.



Fact is, furthermore, that only last midnight Flanny, Tetrapilotomos and I as well as a certain chap who asked to remain incognito met in, at and around Seanhenge, having some pints of plain and, of course, at one stage of our vivid conversation Flann would raise his voice and not only enjoy our ears, hearts and grey cells but animate the rami zygomatici and rami buccales of nervus facialis to massively innervate our musculi risorii by declaiming following legendary dialogue:
The Plain People of Ireland: Isn't the German very like the Irish? Very guttural and so on?

Myself: Yes.
The Plain People of Ireland: People say that the German language and the Irish language is very guttural tongues.
Myself: Yes.
The Plain People of Ireland: The sounds is all guttural do you understand.
Myself. Yes.
The Plain People of Ireland: Very guttural languages the pair of them the Gaelic and the German.
* * *

And now - although it is most unlikely they exist - to all those who happen to not being in possession of the master's complete œvre: Saddle your ponies, folks, and hurry up. The friendly, most well-educated and -sorted bookseller just round the corner will be happy to fill the gaps of your education and in your bookshelf.