German wit

29 01 2012

I like Germans. I do! I’ve been out and about in my time, and been there a few times. I spent a good week there in Rhens (near Koblenz) for a wine festival once. It’s where I learned there are 140+ different kinds of sausage in Germany. Definitely not a good place to be born a pig.

I’ve been to the massive Drupa trade shows in Düsseldorf more times than any human being should have to. I even slept in the airport. A bit bright… and not very comfy!

Wikipedia: Düsseldorf International Airport

Wikipedia: Düsseldorf International Airport

But I have to admit that being British born, we’re not very good at letting bygones be bygones. English football (soccer) supporters still celebrate their World Cup win over Germany in 1966 like it was an annual recurrence. It’s almost half a century ago, for goodness sake!! There’s generally good-humoured fun made at the German predilection for getting up early and reserving all the poolside loungers with towels at the more popular southern holiday destinations. This was combined with a nationalistic reference to the Dam Busters film in a Carling Black Label advert, back in 1993.

But my point, believe it or not, is that the German wit is much maligned and underappreciated. English speakers forget that our language itself is derived from German roots, and that despite the Germanic world’s insistence on smoking more cigarettes than is good for them (i.e. greater than ZERO!), they do tend to brew pretty good beer and make fantastic sausage. So here in conclusion is one of the funniest adverts I’ve ever seen. It’s German. It’s for opticians. On the face of it, it’s not got a lot going for it, you might think. It’s a bit rude though, so maybe not TOTALLY safe for the office. Watch it and tell me you didn’t laugh…

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30 responses

30 01 2012
kianys

I’m surprised the English still manage to glorify the non-goal know as the Wembly-goal from 1966 (not that we didn’t pay you back for it in 2010 ;) )

I loved the commercial though and I think I would have felt the same way about it w/o the added benefit of it being “made in Germany” ;)

30 01 2012
Quieter Elephant

It was almost homage to you, after all you put up with on my blog! ;)

30 01 2012
kianys

Now I feel almost flattered ;) Thank you and pretty sure you couldn’t have picked a more fitting flattery post than one about an almost felatio – especially after my almost offer of shipping a care package your way ;)

30 01 2012
Quieter Elephant

Ahem! Moving right along…

30 01 2012
misfits' miscellany

They do make good sausage, but don’t mention the war.

30 01 2012
kianys

Really? Why? What experiences have you made when mentioning WW II?

This is purely out of curiosity b.t.w., since I have yet to meet someone who would be anything than purely apologetic about it and I was wondering if that was just a one-sided p.o.v. I was getting depending on my social circle and such :)

30 01 2012
misfits' miscellany

When I was very broke (pick a microdot on the timescale), I did a BBC/Inverclyde council series of interviews for people who were in the war. The idea was to catch these folk before their mortal coils could take no more, and then have the interviews transcribed for the BBC WWII commemoration website. I was even commissioned to write a screenplay for a small movie, which they made with the help of the St Mary’s school in Greenock (or was it Gourock?); but that’s another story. I have a few good stories from the interview, some sad, some embarrassing, but there is one which is quite charming, which, despite the fiery demon whisky which rages in my belly, I shall quickly (?) tell you.

I interviewed this not-as-old-as-the-others couple and they were full of beans and life, lived well and hopefully still do. During the Blitz they were both kids in London. They lived on the same block but never met. This block, according to them, had magic powers. The woman, then a girl, used to fantasy fish through the manhole cover closest to the block. The one time she left the manhole cover open, a bomb landed right in the centre and got stuck, not exploding. She also told me of the time her mother sent her fetch precious berries, which type I can’t recall, but she was on the way home with these rare treats and a gunship whined in down the main road. It sprayed fire right where she was running but she didn’t move. Rather than drop the prize berries and suffer her mother’s anger, she stood still, berries in both hands, while the gunship delivered its bullets on either side of her.

Years later, these two found each other, realized they each knew almost everyone that the other did but had never met each other. And, as far as this old cynic knows, they are still the happiest couple I’ve ever met.

30 01 2012
kianys

Ah, that was charming :D Thanks for sharing. My initial reaction to your comment was that you’d been accosted for mentioning WW II to Germans and that just surprised me b/c my experience was so completely different :) But the sad, embarassing, charming and even crazy – that’s a given, absolutely!

30 01 2012
misfits' miscellany

No, not at all. It was a Fawlty Towers quote, “Whatever you do, don’t mention the war.”

30 01 2012
Quieter Elephant

It’s just a reference to a Fawlty Towers episode. Calm yourself… ;)

30 01 2012
kianys

Ah, but then as a true to form German I am always calm and collected ;) No, but seriously (missing that reference) I was just genuinly interested. You see the beauty of a dual citizenship is you can hang your flag with the wind ;)

31 01 2012
misfits' miscellany

Always a Winner…

31 01 2012
kianys

That would be the American way of looking at it ;)

30 01 2012
Quieter Elephant

No, Basil, I won’t.

31 01 2012
misfits' miscellany

¿Qué?

31 01 2012
misfits' miscellany

Feel free to make a “no one expects the Spanish Inquisition” joke here, or I might have just done that.

31 01 2012
Quieter Elephant

And an undying love of the Pope?

31 01 2012
Quieter Elephant

Ignore him, he’s from Barcelona…

31 01 2012
kianys

Who (at present) would be German (the pope that is) ;)

31 01 2012
Quieter Elephant

How did we get from gummy bears, via (almost) fellatio to the Pope?!

31 01 2012
misfits' miscellany

I’d let Papa Ratzi fellate me as long as I had a gummy bear in my mouth..

31 01 2012
Quieter Elephant

And there, once more, we have the faint smell of urine in the corners!
Always nice to know we can sink even further if we try hard enough… ;)

31 01 2012
kianys

Not too sure, E., but I do know that I’ll never get that visual erased from my mind – holy shit, misfits – that’s going to drive my shrink bill through the roof ;)

31 01 2012
misfits' miscellany

Ejaculating confectionery, Batman! Let’s get you to the shrink.

31 01 2012
Quieter Elephant

OK – any more of that, and I’ll send you home with a note for your mum!

31 01 2012
misfits' miscellany

Where’s your sense of misadventure?

31 01 2012
Quieter Elephant

Not sure. I think I left it with my car keys somewhere…

31 01 2012
misfits' miscellany

You can’t mention gummy bears, the pope and fellatio, man’s best friends (two outa three ain’t bad), in a single sentence and expect a misfit like me to pass up the opportunity. Cassocks, I say, in the name of the party, the fun and the holy toke.

31 01 2012
misfits' miscellany

And “sink”, this is elevated badinage for me. My soul is fodder for the hounds.

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