Monday, April 23, 2018


There is nothing especially rational about it, but when one's offspring show an affinity for the profession exercised by a father there is a real feeling of satisfaction.

So observing as Jessi produces and shoots one video reportage after another, including for her former employer, unu, the manufacturer of electrically powered scooters, makes me a happy Auld Da.

Soon a new client will add a slightly different but very welcome perspective. Readers will be well aware of how very much I valued my years in the Sandlands, and how much I learned from my exposure to the culture of Araby. Soon Jessica will have her very own corner of this culture to portray in video in her work for Tabadul. 

Thursday, April 19, 2018


My home-visiting carer is happy about the progress of the treatment of my feet. I look forward to not having to shuffle and to be able to venture beyond the confines of my flat. Okay, this will call for a 'walker', but WTF!

Friday, April 13, 2018


It seemed like such a good idea at the time...

In mid-2013 I cancelled my Facebook account, at a time when the platform's toxicity was not yet apparent. My rationale then I noted as follows:

At the end of May, I started to cancel all of my social network memberships. Facebook now has no trace of me. Not that I have anything to hide, but nor have I noticed any benefits from making status updates and such. Anyone with even the most minimal interest in my doings can always join the readership of this blog!

Sunday, April 08, 2018


"aVOID is a nine square metre tiny house on wheels inspired by minimalism. Inside it's a transformable empty room to clear your mind and make space for big dreams: avoid." Were I not immobilised, I'd certainly have attended the exhibition at the Munich Pinakothek this weekend.

Thursday, April 05, 2018


Even incapacitated, housebound on account of my accursed lumbago, Auld Da enjoys the feeling of being sort of helpful. I am allowed to help Jessi and Tino with the planning of their mid-summer holiday in Scotland! A shame, only, that the canary yellow Landy is only something I improvised with Photoshop...

Monday, April 02, 2018


The Easter Bunny had Mickey and our daughter as enthusiastic helpers, showering me with seasonal largesse including beautiful tulips as well as chocolate eggs. There was a bottle of something pink and effervescent which also went down very well with the sushi we ordered in.

It's so nice that Jessi is able to take almost ten days as a holiday break to spend with us in Munich. 

Saturday, March 31, 2018


The poor fish faces extinction. Since the sixteenth century, the Poisson d’Avril has been associated with tomfoolery on the 1st of April. Before King Charles XIV switched France to the new Gregorian calendar, the New Year was celebrated from 25 March to 1 April according to the Roman calendar. Those who hadn’t heard about the move or who chose to still celebrate the New Year on April 1st were made fun of as ‘fools’. Children play an April Fools’ Day trick by placing a paper fish on adults’ backs then running away yelling Poisson d'Avril.

Such innocence!

There have been audaciously absurd japes that have gone down in history and even inspired re-enactment.

from Wiki
“The spaghetti-tree hoax was a three-minute report broadcast on April Fools' Day 1957 by the BBC current-affairs programme Panorama, purportedly showing a family in southern Switzerland harvesting spaghetti from the family ‘spaghetti tree’. At the time spaghetti was relatively little known in the United Kingdom so that many Britons were unaware that it is made from wheat flour and water. A number of viewers afterwards contacted the BBC for advice on growing their own spaghetti trees. Decades later CNN called this broadcast ‘the biggest hoax that any reputable news establishment ever pulled’.”

But today the ‘news establishment’ cannot be called universally ‘reputable. With Herr Drumpf across the pond and Brexit the preoccupation in Britain, what may appear in 2018 to be a trenchant jest can turn out to be a grim reality, especially when Rees-Mogg or Boris are involved. Of course, neither man can be called an ardent Francophile, so I guess the Poisson was doomed.

Fish ‘n’ chips anyone?