Friday, September 28, 2018


It would please me greatly to be able to claim that the photo on the left documents a significant change (for the better) in my status. But no, I'm still a docile inmate of the Vincentinum retirement home and unlikely to be anything else in spite of time's passage.

So why am I 'dressed up' for an outing in this oversized wheelchair? For a visit to a dentist who will make the needed repairs to dentures which just happened to lose a couple of "teeth" during the months I have spent in clinics. After a further visit I hope to by able to speak clearly again, which would do wonders for the old amour propre!

Monday, August 06, 2018


Rewind five years, to 2013, when it seemed like a topping wheeze to be an 'extra' in a television movie directed by an acquaintance. It would be far from onerous, spending the day being pushed around in a wheelchair, looking  feeble.

Of course it was fun, with Jessi togged up as the 'carer' of the obstreperous old man in question.

Now half a decade later I have an appreciation what it means to of be dependent. Medics at various health facilities have spent months trying to decide whether my afflictions are merely those of an ageing gentleman but they appear to have concluded that I should not be living alone by any means.

And so it comes to pass that for the foreseeable future I shall be resident in a retirement home. This sounds more dire than it is; the biggest hassle until now has been the weakness of internet connectivity. Here at the Vincentinum, (established in 1857 as the first institution of it kind in Munich) I may be the only resident of approximately three hundred for whom happiness can be defined as an activated Wlan dongle. I'm immensely grateful to the web-savvy duo of Jessi and Tino for making this possible. 

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...