As our local internet took a bit of a dive earlier, I found myself looking at a story from Canada a couple of years back. And while I enjoy thorough journalism, I do think this was going a bit over the top:
I mean, honestly.
What’s his relationship status got to do with this?
Unnecessary.
We’re off on a bit of an adventure tomorrow, and I’m hopeful that it’ll be better than this offering that I spotted on Geoguessr last week:
I’m sorry… kick a what now? It’s not that I don’t want to keep my high standard of footballing skills up while I’m away. It’s more just that I’d like to do it with a ball rather than… well…
Yeah.
To be fair (and perhaps surprisingly), the place doesn’t actually look too sh1t. River rafting, canoeing, tubing and cycling in a state park in Illinois. The clientele look a bit annoying though, and in fact there is a guy on the right hand side of their frontpage image apparently praying that he was literally anywhere else.
More seriously, a bit of research suggests that there are Kickapoos all over America, the name coming from a migratory Native American tribe.
It’s still not a great command in English.
Hugely busy day today. Literally one thing after another, and then some other things interspersed within those things.
Hectic, bru.
One of the things I really did have to get done was a visit to the Home Affairs Department, and as anyone in SA will tell you, that can take a whole day in itself.
Thankfully though, as I arrived, I was surprised to see that the place was just about empty, and I got my hopes up. This could be good!
And then I realised that I’d brought a horse with me.
Damn.
Rookie error. I’d left my cutlery. gun, cigarettes, camera, flip phone and wine at home…
…but I had brought a horse with me.
And you can hide a phone or some fags. A horse, though..? Not so much.
Even as I approached the desk, I could see the clerk looking over my shoulder at the horse. He shook his head (the clerk, not the horse), and I knew that this was going to be the end of my Home Affairs visit for the day.
Game over.
Look. it’s fair enough. I shouldn’t have brought a horse along. The signs do make it very clear that they’re not allowed.
Looks like I’ll be heading back there tomorrow.
Without a horse, obviously.
A Condor jet missed the evening curfew at Munich Airport by a few seconds, and was therefore diverted to Frankfurt-Hahn some 375km away, where (presumably) there is no such curfew.
The passengers – seconds from landing where they needed to be – ended up with a 40 minute flight to an airport miles from home, and were then bussed to the real Frankfurt airport and caught a morning flight back to Munich.
Gesunder Menschenverstand existiert hier nicht.
That’s about 21 extra tonnes of CO2 added to the atmosphere completely unnecessarily.
These sort of things really do make you ask yourself: “What is the point?”.
It’s just like Sean Lock says:
I feel like I’ve turned up at an earthquake with a dustpan and brush.
And yes, this is Germany, so rules are rules, but honestly, we’re talking a few seconds here, not even a few minutes. Would anyone really have noticed? Well yes, of course, because you know that there is some Helmut who complains that the flights keep him awake each night, but then stays up each night anyway checking that the rules are adhered to (the rules allowing him to go to sleep at a normal hour).
And so he then stays up to listen to the planes that would have kept him awake if he’d gone to bed.
You know the type.
We all know the type.
The irony is that in having to abort the landing, the plane probably made more noise than if it had actually touched down. But don’t let’s allow that sort of sensible thought slip into this story.
The passengers who were so close to arriving where they needed to be, albeit ever so slightly later than they needed to be there, eventually flew back some 8 hours later. And, in a delicious twist of irony, they arrived back at Munich airport slightly after their original plane got there.
Everybody loses. Including the environment.
Not that my brain wanders when I’m tired, and not that English is a weird language, but is there any particular reason why only these things are mongered?
There doesn’t seem to be any obvious link between them.
Other than the mongering, of course.
UPDATE: A turophile has been in touch: “Cheese. Cheese is also mongered.”
It still doesn’t assist with any sort of link though, does it?