Archive for May 2008
When I went to London, at the end of 2006, I thought everything was wonderful. Public transport that worked. And I felt safe, even when I was walking home alone in the dead of night. Of course, I was subconsciously (and not so subconsciously) comparing London to Cape Town.
When I visited again in October 2007 it was great to return to the familiar home of HP. But some things had changed. I found myself clutching my bag to my chest whenever I ventured outside, and complaining if the train was a couple of minutes late. Now I was comparing London to Liechtenstein/Switzerland, and it didn´t quite measure up.
1. Mim and Pim’s Internet is very slow and temperamental. Also, I can’t use the HTML edit function when writing my blog cos of some strange setting on both their laptops that we haven’t been able to fix, despite recourse to blogger help groups. I can’t access the Internet on my own laptop, as no one can find the password for setting this up. If anyone knows how to solve any of these grave problems, please give me a shout!
2. Pim is constantly listening to talk radio. Talk, talk, talk. It is driving me crazy. What’s wrong with a good, old-fashioned melody?
3. Even though our ground-floor apartment is north-facing, it still receives little sun, due to a wall, a tree, and the fact that Jozi is having unaccountably rainy weather for winter.
According to this blog post, brought to my attention by Mark, I have committed the cardinal sin of writing a “nobody is commenting on my blog” post. It seemed to work for me, though. I don’t feel like conducting a detailed statistical analysis, even supposing I were capable of one, but I can confidently say that comments have increased since the post in question – thanks guys!
In the course of my extensive research about blog comments, I came across an article by one Rachel Johnson, sister to the 21st-century reincarnation of Bertie Wooster. Despite Ms Johnson’s whining, I find the blog a rather amusing read, although she seems to have discontinued it. Perhaps now she’s found the carpet of her heart, “a beautiful jewel-hued Roger Oates runner that comes with darling pewter rods and will, trust me, look utterly super on our stairs”, there’s nothing more to live for, or to blog about.
But enough of other people’s blogs, lets return to my own. Like I said before, thanks to all of you who made the effort to comment. If you don’t yet know how to comment, just click on the “comments” link below each post, and it’s simple from there. If you do post a comment, please click on the “Email follow-up comments to firstname.lastname@example.org” box, and then you’ll be notified when I reply to your comment. If you write frequent comments you could even have your own 15 minutes (seconds?) of fame by being recognised as one of the top 10 commentors on my blog. Congratulations to Kim, currently the #1 commentor!
Competitive comments result, at last. Sorry it took so long, but am having Internet problems.
General notes: many of my readers appear to have felt too much pressure to be witty. So from now on, I think I’ll just do a best comment round-up at the beginning of each month, without making the process overtly competitive.
Best comment by a Saffer goes to ABJ for his comment on Comment is free, for telling it like it is:
“Trinkel, you are so funny! And a complete jealous, feckless, blogger-comment-whore! haha. Can’t wait to see you… Bring me a present. ;-)”
Best comment by someone overseas goes to Zsa Zsa, for her comment on On the wrong side of the (smoking) law – my dear, your English is much better than you give yourself credit for!
“Well, I must put a comment, because it’s such a nice blog about Liechtenstein…..
But it’s gonna be hard, because my english isn’t that good. Actually, I guess, you should wrote “than I went”……. ;-)) So my english is starting to be good enough to enjoy your humour:-)))))”
I guess now I should start thinking about your prizes 😉 But before I forget, there are also some honorary winners.
Most frustrating comment goes to anonymous, for their comment on Random fact of the week:
“to “life, left liech”:
What does doubly landlocked mean? 2 countries between it (the country) and the sea? Did I just answer my own question? was i correct? does it matter? I suppose it does for those doubly landlocked, but I am getting off the subject.
From an anon person who you know but you dont know who. ay shall give you a clue. i am friend of the monkeys.”
At first, I thought I had an idea as to the identity of anonymous. But now, I don’t feel so sure, and it’s really bugging me. Whoever it is obviously knows just how to get under my skin!
Most helpful comment goes to Mark, for his comment on Comment is free:
“T, As discussed, my effortless wittiness has dried up under the pressure of this competition.
So I have decided to post a link to a blogpost advising people how to get more comments. Here it is http://www.jamieharrop.com/2008/04/11/20-ways-to-get-more-blog-comments/
OK it is not looking like a link. I don’t know how to link things in comments yet. Hope this wins me the prize. Although, I think I might’ve missed the deadline. Too frazzled right now to check.”
A very useful link; have discovered I have broken all the rules about how to get more blog comments – more on this issue in a future post.
Funniest comment goes to Leez, for his comment on A royal day:
On a different note… I thought that champagne socialist was exactly that: someone who socialises when under the influence of champagne.
Followed the link and found out something new. As a teacher you should be proud.”
Not a bad definition of a champagne socialist, actually 😉
Saturday night in London, and I could either go to N’s birthday in Soho, or Stella’s birthday in Putney. Of course, I wanted to do it all, but didn’t feel like spending half my evening travelling across London. I’d already seen N for my own birthday celebrations, so figured I’d go to Stella’s do. Also, she happened to be in possession of the latest Freshlyground CD, which ABJ had left with her for me.
So, off I went to Putney. Walkabout in Putney. KR had warned me not to sully my soul by entering this den of iniquity, but I really wanted that CD.
It was lovely to celebrate with Stella, but the rest of the evening was a shocker. I mean, it never ocurred to me that I would ever find myself inside a Walkabout, so I was ill-prepared for the many drunken Ozzies and Kiwis, Saffers and Brits. They were all wearing T-shirts featuring slogans such as: “My drinking team has a rugby problem.” Well, that was the polite version.
Up until now, I’d been happily oblivious to the fact that the rugby world cup was taking place. Liechtenstein does in fact have a rugby club, but it’s not exactly the national sport. Thankfully, I was able to ignore the first half of the actual match as it took that long to get to the front of the queue at the bar and procure a beer. England were doing well, and all I remember of the second half was the repeated refrain of “Swing low, sweet chariot”. No one seemed to know the rest of the lyrics, so it soon became rather tedious.
At the end of the match everyone was in high spirits due to an English victory, but I didn’t fancy spending another 40 minutes getting a drink, so I left pretty sharply, clutching my new CD to my chest. Big thanks to Stella for sending P home to fetch it!
Bizarrely enough, I met someone from Uzbekistan when I was in Liech. He was doing his masters in business and wrote all this bumph on his application letter about being an ambassador from one doubly landlocked country to another. Seemed to work though… Personally, I’m very glad to be home, if still some distance from the sea.
During my time over the seas there have been many people, places, and weather patterns that I´ve missed. One of these is the indomitable Mr Raghunath. Why, oh why, can´t I watch the SABC3 News over the Internet?
As I was walking back to the train station in Brighton, I had a particularly sharp pang of Mahendra nostalgia when I passed GBties.com. At first I thought it would be Mahendra´s wet dream, but realised most of the ties were too garish even for the Raghunath´s tastes. Unfortunately, I couldn´t go inside, as it was closed, but had some fun window shopping – with Mahendra in mind. I think he might have liked the purple tie (second row, fourth from the right). Which one do you think would have taken the Raghunath´s fancy? (Btw, you can click on the pic for a close-up view).