Redhead Festival – Ginger Power!

Wow!  What a great day!  The train from Düsseldorf to Breda in the Netherlands.  After check-in at the hotel (don’t ask!), off Schatz (a natural brunette) and I headed into Breda town centre.  Our taxi driver asked me in fluent English:

I presume you are here for the Redhead Festival?

A jolly clever chap.

The Grote Markt.  Scores of marquees.  Redheads – hundreds of ’em!  The first I see is Alan, an Irishman, standing outside O’Meara’s Irish bar.  We pose for a photo and shake hands.  We stroll round the Grote Markt.  Locals constantly smile to me and greet me.  I pick up an information pack, including timetable, event newspaper and adhesive England flag.

Further strolling.  Off to round the corner, where I find the merchandise marquee, as well as all the food concessions and stage.  I buy a hoodie and t-shirt.  It has to be done.  The hoodie is very warm and ideal for the cloudy, overcast weather.  Off to watch the singing on stage.  Maria from Moscow is singing.  She’s good.  Later on I chat to her in Russian.  This morning she recognised me at the train station when Schatz and I were heading off back to DUS.  I bought her CD, as it including Moscow Nights, one of my favourites.

More strolling round the park.  More marquees and events.  I decide I can spontaneously chat to anyone without needing a table to do that.  Yet more friendly people, including a blonde with “I AM NOT A REDHEAD” painted on her face.  Hey, some are called, few are chosen…

I never knew so many Germans and Dutch were redheads.  Schatz and I even met a redheaded woman from Hamburg, the blondest of German regions.  Wonders will never cease…

Have a ginger day, won’t you!

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“New Year, New Me”

So, a copy and paste from last year?  Yes, probably.  But to quote from the grafitti in the men’s toilets,

“Man without target hits nothing.”

This year’s resolutions…

1. To lose weight.  Got to be done.  “The same procedure as every year,” to quote from Dinner for One.  Who wants to live forever?  Well, who wants to die early?  Not me.

2. Pay off the overdraft.  Making good progress, I am pleased to say.

3. Build up savings.  Germans are big savers, and I think it is a commendable habit to be a saver.  I still have my Postbank Sparbuch.  This week I’ll pay a few € into my account.

4. Travel.  I think it is over two years since I called in on my folks.  Oh well.  Maybe this year.  However, my main destinations are:

  1. Wolfenbuettel to take the Lovely Doctor along and show her old stomping grounds, the old pad and the barracks
  2. Berda in the Netherlands and attend the redheads jamboree.  Got to be done.  I promise to bring my personal favourite brunette along. 🙂
  3. The UK, even if only for a flying visit.  London, maybe even Yorkshire (God’s Country)

5. Job security.  Oh please, God, I know I’m a sinner, but would it spoil some vast eternal plan, if I were a moderately well-off man.

6. Address book clean-up.  A purge is always cathartic.  Ditto Facebook.  Ditto Linkedin.

7. Take part in the stand-up comedy course.  (Joking aside, it should help with developing general public speaking skills.)

8. Keep a daily diary.  So far, so good this year.  A5 seems to be the right size for me.

9. Join a chess club in the warmer, lighter months.

10. Can we do it?  Yes, we can.  Will we do it?  We can but try.

Bullsh1t?  Well in army-speak bullsh1t is about putting in that extra bit of extra to achieve the highest standards.