Tag: Regression

Inane Whittering #20 Introducing…

…Mr. and Mrs. Stripes. Or Herr und Frau Streipze, as they’re known in German. This is a still taken on set whilst filming for their upcoming debut.

Filming’s nearly done – got 2 more scenes to go tomorrow before editing can begin and then it’s basically finished. The first version has to be in German, but I’ll make sure to do an English version too!

I’ll bung it up on youtube and link it back here when it’s ready, I just thought I’d give you guys a taster…

Travellings: Deutschland #13 ZOO

SO. We went to the zoo on Saturday and I spent the best part of the day (okay, the entire time) running around like the over-excited, hyperactive 5 year-old loon on E-numbers that I (not-so) secretly am.

If you had any illusion that I am in any way mature, intelligent or sophisticated, prepare to have said image shattered. Brutally.

If, however, you wish to retain said normal-if-slightly-eccentric image, then please look away now and skip this post.

First stop: PELICANS.

I cannot get over how “bah-humbug” these birds look. In a comical, if not slightly loveable kinda way:

Pelican
One is not amused.

Then we saw the bears, white mountain goats that looked really furry and cuddly (with the exception of the massive horns) and elk.

Then we wandered on a bit further and saw rhinos, sloths, and birds that looked suspiciously like fat white flamingos.

Then we met Dave:

Penguin
You have to watch the quiet ones. You never know quite what they're thinking...

Except Dave was being a tad boring. I didn’t go all that way to watch penguins playing musical statues. Though his mate Fred seemed to have more of an idea of things:

Penguin
*Refuelling in progress*

What we did go all that way for, was to watch this:

By which point I was being laughed at by the people I was with (who eventually got bored of my penguin soundtrack and buggered off) and I received strange looks from other people visiting – probably because I was more excited about the whole penguin thing than most of the children there.

There is also a second video of madness, and it would have continued, had Doriane not pointed out that the others were so bored that they’d moved on to a different section.

Honestly. How can you be bored with penguins?

The best bit? I was talking with a colleague today who told about something even better. In winter, if the weather reaches below -10 degrees Centigrade, the penguins are allowed out of their enclosure and you can go for a walk with them.

Edit: it would seem that I’ve been misinformed. The penguins used to go for walks, but have since moved in with each other and have decided by an overwhelming majority not to leave their enclosure anymore. Disappointed is an understatement.

This is even better than the time I discovered last Christmas (when we had all the snow in England) that Edinburgh Zoo has a PENUIN CAM.

After seeing the penguins, nothing was nearly as exciting, to be honest. We walked around and visited the elephants with their baby, and the giraffes, terrapins, zebra finches, ocelots, tigers…

And then I reached the kangaroo enclosure.

At which point I did the Skippy whistle and the kangaroo which was munching in front of me stopped, looked me in the eye and then started hopping over.

Best. Day. Ever.

However, my weekend gallavanting at the zoo and working 8-6 for the past 2 days has meant that I am now resembling this:

snoozing kitten
Arf.

So please bear with me whilst I recover from my excitement.
Daaaaanke :)

Travellings: Deutschland #6

I’ve returned from the autumnal and the rainy back home to the humid and the hot here in Munich. The office has no air conditioning, so you can imagine how lovely our working environment is.

Home was…good. But it was a bad idea to go back. I got back 2 days ago and generally felt like pants. Absolute pants. This was partly down to just 2 hours sleep (packing late at night and then getting up at 4:30 the next morning to get to the airport on time), and partly because I enjoy being with people I can communicate with.

If anything, this reinforces the fact that I should probably find somewhere better to live, rather than somewhere half an hour’s walk through fields from the nearest tube station. Cue searching for somewhere to live for the rest of the day.

In other words, I’ve reached that stage where you’ve got to be pretty close to saint-hood to put up with me, so a massive thanks to Matt and Ben for listening to me whinge like the absolute 3 year-old I am. Sorry guys.

In any case, this weekend should prove to be fairly amusing. It currently involves go-carting, potentially bad weather (at least compared to what we’ve had recently), a fair bit of banter, and possibly beer. Oh, and possibly the reputation of women drivers, too, so no pressure. Hilarity will ensue, I’m sure.

Oh, and Ben? F1 driver look-alike or not, watch and learn son, watch and learn.

Someone new…

So, it being my birthday today, my parents decided to celebrate my becoming 20 and therefore someone to now be taken seriously with the following addition to my weird and wonderful family:

Mr. Stripes
Meet Mr. Stripes

My Grandmother’s reaction: “They’re encouraging you.”