Montmartre Cemetery Cat.
I think it’s time I changed the name of my Blog. I mean it used to be about Vienna but I have sort of merged with Vienna now and really have nothing to complain about.
Apart from the Fershlugginer smokers.
Apart from the Fershlugginer smokers.
I mean shag me twice on Sundays - it’s like running the gauntlet now that there is a decent number of non-smoking restaurants in Vienna - because now the smokers congregate in droves in the doorways outside the non-smoking restaurants and create toxic zones that are like oil wells on fire that you have to avoid when you pass by – or worse – walk through to get into the non-smoking restaurants.
And going past a Cinema or Theatre at intermission is quite an experience – you need someone like Red Adair with you – with dynamite – to blow a hole through the smoke.
And when they come back into the restaurants after the puffathon you can smell them 50 meters away and of course they are always opening and shutting the doors and allowing great billowing wafts of smoke into the restaurants - and its enough to make you vomit.
And I really don’t give a rats arse if they want to kill themselves (although I wish they would do it more quickly) but I do give a rats arse if they want to kill me - and not just kill me but give me a thumping migraine - which they do – every time.
That and dogs shitting on the pavements are the only things that bother me.
Other than that Vienna is perfect.
So perhaps I should change the name of the Blog. Perhaps to something like Badger’s Droppings? And I need a new template for Spring. Perhaps some Ducks.
And one of the things I like most about writing a Blog is that I can start sentences with ‘and’ - or indeed any word I like.
I have tried very hard to fire up the Care-O-Meter which stopped working when I fell off the Dog Sled in Lapland and broke my ribs.
I have watched Fox news. I am back reading about politics in America. I watched 'Presidential Candidate' Mike Huckabee talking about President Obama growing up in Kenya. I have even watched a snippet or two of that blabbering honking tosser Glenn Beck spraying around the room while rats eat his brains.
I thought I could kick start myself by reading some of the jabbering columnists in that rancid Murdoch rag ‘The Australian’. Nothing. Not a quiver.
I thought I could kick start myself by reading some of the jabbering columnists in that rancid Murdoch rag ‘The Australian’. Nothing. Not a quiver.
Maybe it needs new batteries. I’ll take it in for a service.
