Friday 26 November 2010

Episode 20: In which Andy falls in love...

...with a song. Whilst YouTube link following I came across this song, which I felt I had to share with all three (nay, there are now FOUR) loyal readers of my blog.


I have been listening to it on repeat for about half an hour now and it's rekindling the desire to learn Icelandic. I have the books, it's just taking the (rather substantial) time it will take to be able to speak anything in this language.

Monday 22 November 2010

Episode 19: In which Andy becomes a wordsmith in foreign...

Hij komt, hij komt, 
de lieve goede Sint...

Sinterklaas is here in the Netherlands, after having arrived in Harderwijk on his steam boat from Spain, with his blacked-up 'Peters'. A thoroughly modern festival. To celebrate, the teachers hold a very special borrel* where everyone has to bring in a present and a poem. This has resulted in me spending time which should quite probably have been spent planning lessons to prepare my poem. This is what I have so far:

Nieuw op de Nassau, maar ook in deze natie,
Ik wou Andy tonen deze Hollandse celebratie
Zijn inburgeringscursus gaat door met behulp van mijn Pieten,
Als je je geen zorgen maakt over vetten, dan haal je wat frieten,
En erop moet je zetten de helft van dit pakje,
de andere deeltje is een echt engels drankje


I still need to round it off with two lines, so if any NL-sprekers out there wish to contribute then be my guest! I intend to buy a box of Yorkshire Tea and a jar of vinegar on my trip to London on Saturday.



*(TGIF drinks)

Saturday 20 November 2010

Episode 18: In which Andy bakes a cake

Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la and all that jazz. 

So, for the first time (and pretty much forced into it by my housemate) I have started to make a christmas cake. I have never attempted this before, but thanks to a young man who shall remain nameless, I have a recipe which is destined for success. 

 the goods

Turns out you need to feed it with alcohol weekly whilst it matures. Is it possible that I've found a cake not dissimilar from me?!

over 1kg of fruit

In other news, I spent thursday evening eating and drinking large quantities of Heineken and generic shots with the twintigers (those teachers under 30), literal dancing to lady gaga and marching around a bar to this. The dutchification process is well and truly underway AND I managed not to fall off my bike on the way home...almost. At least this time, it was more a slight overbalance and resulted in no injuries. 

Saturday 13 November 2010

Episode 17: In which Andy spends saturday night listening to melodramatic music and feeling sorry for himself

Spotify, quite possibly one of the world's greatest inventions (take that sliced bread/electricity/the bicycle), works here in the Netherlands - a fact which pleases me greatly. Tonight, being Saturday, I am of course out with all my friends having a good time. Oh wait...

In reality, I am sitting at home scanning through what passes for television in the Netherlands and listening to melodramatic music by the likes of Sigur Rós and Radiohead - generally not conducive to a good mood. The never ending rain generally limits what you can do, especially if you don't fancy spending your hard earnt euros on sitting in a café. I seem to only leave the house these days to go to work, go the gym and on a friday to go to the TGIF drinks at school. On every single one of those occasions I end up soaked right through, which is a real dampener on your mood, believe me!

I am really craving a bit of Sheffield at the moment. Granted I'm looking at all the photos of final year on alpine:penguin's facebook through rose-tinted glasses, but I really miss that place and its people. Still, fingers crossed and thumbs pressed for me getting accepted onto my MA for next year. The application has been submitted, now I just have to wait 4 weeks to find out...

Thursday 11 November 2010

Episode 16: In which Andy becomes a fully-fledged European

There are many things about being European of which we should be proud. White men's trousers do not belong in this group. These trousers, whilst seemingly worn by every second woman in the UK during the summer months, are also sported quite willingly by men on the continent. 


An example of the monstrosities

However, the longer I spend here, the more and more I am beginning to think that this is an acceptable fashion item. Just like I have been informed by an American that it's acceptable for me, as a European, to wear cut-off jeans, white jeans are moving into my "I'd wear that" zone. That and stonewash denim jackets. 

Imagine those trousers topped off with a denim jacket. That's what the Daily Mail should be worrying about, not the bends in bananas!


Wednesday 3 November 2010

Episode 15: In which Andy remembers he owns a blog

Sorry for the lack of updates, hoor! I must confess that I didn't exactly forget that I owned a blog, per se, I just never got round to writing more than a few sentences of an update before losing interest and going off to work on my dutch knowledge/inventing a cure for the common cold/facebook. But worry not, loyal blog-reading fans, for here is what you've probably (not) been hankering after since Episode 14 way back in October: Episode 15.

So, we've entered November now and autumn has well and truly hit. It's still unseasonably warm, but all the leaves are nearly off the trees now. It's around 14° or so, which is really pretty good for this time of year. There are, of course, exceptions: monday morning, for instance. In the 15 minute cycle to work I managed to get soaked right through, to the point that I dripped when I got off my bike. "Was it raining?" I hear all of my 3 blog readers ask! No, it was fog. Freezing fog. Freezing fog that was so dense even my oh-so-pathetic generator light was bouncing back off it. I looked goooood at school that day! Still, it was nice to be there - surprisingly so after a 10 day break which went far too quickly. Week 1/7 until Christmas is almost over and I'm actually looking forwards to visiting the UK, if only briefly. If you weren't yet up to speed with the fact that I miss the UK this time around, please see other whiny posts (Episodes 1 - 14).

Over the Herfstvakantie (that's autumn holiday for you non-Nederlands sprekers out there) I wisited Tschermany where I am staying in a house of a friend. It was nice to speak German again, many were impressed by my german (especially my housemate as we never really speak in Tcherman to each other), but I must say I wasn't a fan of the accent. It wasn't hard to understand; no, after having lived in Austria I could probably take on any accent the german language has to throw at me (*runs away from schwiizer düütsch*), it was more unpleasant with all it's 'shhhhh'ings. I'm an 'ich' not an 'isch' man and so this displeased me. Though, (and this is aimed at you dear Parents, should you be reading this) I actually managed to bring my Luxemburgish knowledge into play as some of their dialect is similar to L. as are some of their words. We went on a tour of the vinyards surrounding housemate's village, for her father's birthday. It all started off so civilised, with standard tscherman restraint but then come wine bottle 42 they were all trying to teach me ever ruder drinking songs. I learnt a few, but felt a bit wrong singing them in front of the elderly germans assembled. They were singing the loudest mind...


Great-Aunt who was ecstatic when she realised I spoke German


After a few days spent there, I headed south to Heidelberg to visit 50% of the Dream Team, Bella and Cyd. Sadly the other 25% was in Basel and was coming up the following weekend: so close and yet so far. Heidelberg is far too pretty for its own good: hills, how I've missed thee! I wandered around a bit on my own as Cyd had uni and Bella had work, so I got to find my own way round the city which I always like. 


View from the castle onto the Neckar river and the Old Bridge

We spent most of the time either drinking coffee in cafés, mocking german fashion sense or expressing our disgust at german banana-flavoured Weissbier, before ordering more. It was great to see them, a nice break from the Netherlands and great to see some friends. The journey home was uneventful, long and boring. I was hungover, hungry and tired. All in all, NOT the best travel companion. Schade, eigentlich.