Category: Funny Side of Life

… cannot be escaped in Tallinn, the capital of Estonia. Only the “Kiek in de Kök” comes from Low German – in the Middle Ages the name for “high tower”. From there you could look into your neighbours‘ kitchens!

they have their say on Fridays as usual, but with very short contributions! We’re on holiday – at home or elsewhere – and looking for inspiration for new topics.

We wish you all a wonderful summer!

Your Harlequin Team

When harlequins go on holiday…

… they can be lazy – and delegate the yoga lesson to the frogs in the garden. Then they let their foreheads go all soft!

My barbecuing experiences in the Netherlands

In previous posts I have dealt several times with the culinary differences between Germany and the Netherlands – and they also exist in the case of the greatest of all summer pleasures, barbecuing. However, the differences are not so much culinary, but rather ideological. The Dutch are a people of flat hierarchies, they can’t stand it when one person has a greater say than anyone else. This is true in politics as well as in daily life, and I suspect that the royal family is also so popular because their representatives de facto have quite little to say.

Continue reading “Anarchist summer delights with charcoal”

Is it because I’ve just had my first vaccination? It wasn’t AstraZeneca, but I swear our robot vacuum cleaner is alive. It’s a brand-name model. Great thing, especially if you have a dog and not many carpets. Works really well, it’s just a bit noisy. But it’s alive. I checked, the software is not from Microsoft – which eliminates the only alternative explanation. The dear thing drives around the whole flat and picks up dog hair, dog toys, dog food, dog biscuits and dog biscuits and nothing else really – except dog chews.

Continue reading “It’s alive!”

Since “indoor” group sports are not possible at the moment, I have been obliged to look around for yoga courses on YouTube – and without much enthusiasm at first. I found what I was looking for from a young woman from Berlin who explains really well and clearly indicates what matters in individual exercises. A real happy ending for me – in the meantime, “yoga with tablet” has become an enjoyable (and beneficial) part of my everyday life.

However, after the first few classes, I found that the blocks I had to overcome were less physical than linguistic. I had certain difficulties with prompts like “Let your forehead go all soft”, because whatever I had hoped for from yoga – a soggy noodle it was not.

Continue reading “Let your forehead go all soft…”

I have been a passionate museum visitor for many years and hardly any exhibition is bizarre enough to put me off. Friends with so-called “niche interests” appreciate it very much if they don’t want to go alone, because I enthusiastically agree to go even when the rest of their social environment shake their heads in disgust. “Video installations from the 70s? – But of course!” “The special exhibition at the Microbe Museum? – Of course I’ll come!” “The development of weaving in the socio-political context of the industrial revolution? – Great! When do we go?“

Continue reading “Tree Art”

So far, dear readers, I have presented many savoury (and mostly fried!) variations of Dutch cuisine. Today we’re going to talk about the afternoon – and the nice habit of ordering a piece of cake with your coffee on the way.

My colleague BCO, who in February in his article “Too much bloody choice!” shared with us his traumatic experience of ice cream selection in the Ben & Jerry’s factory, should be delighted in Dutch cafes, because often the selection consists only of “appeltaart with cream” and “appeltaart without cream”. Life can be so simple!

Continue reading “And for coffee there’s – appeltaart, vlaai and poffertjes!”

…that’s what we thought until now. Far from it! As this sign from Switzerland proves, whatever is allowed must first be permitted. Or are we Swiss so meek that we have to be explicitly persuaded to do something legitimate?

“Zigger-zagger, zigger-zagger, oi oi oi!” is a battle cry that has been used for ages in sports and booze-ups. (Apparently originating in Germany and since adopted by Chelsea FC supporters.) Here now especially adapted for open air sex: ” Zigger-zagger, zigger-zagger hay hay hay”.

Probably precaution rather than experience. Neither in 2018 nor in 2019 were there any reports of death from haute couture.  But there were a number of base jumper fatalities – but you can’t really say they look that well-dressed.