Sharpening Kitchen Wits?

Lethal force, innit?

I think it's right and Proper, that all of us
on this here forum, experess some regret to 'all' of those lost on the Egyptian craft, as they were all a part of us, innit*

Fritz

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Originally posted by Nime:
Lethal force, innit?

Nothing else describes it Our Nime!

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Originally posted by Fredrik_Fiske:
Among all the diversions of modern life, I reckon that print still provides something unique, and also free of pressure from others...

Currently I am half way through the first volume (of six) of Churchill's 'The Second World War.' And for fun I am also reading Geoffrey Trease's 'Poppinjay Staires.'

Sincerely, Fredrik

Reading a book yesterday Our Fredders (as part of my new job/research), which was an address book jobby, from 1931 (size of a fat phone book) which listed all the names of Jewish people living in Berlin at the time (and their professions, Yellow pages if you will). I was sorting out those who could still be traced in my own area of Charlottenburg. The thing that struck me most was the prominence of many of these folk, for instance besides the well known intelligencia, etc, two Berlin Police Comissioners, and many other senior Civil Serviles to-boot, not to mention Ernst Reuter, himself (Quite amazing and moving stuff).

Fritz Von Weekend*

P.s. Met a lovely Geordie Lassie last night who's a primary school teacher at an International Gaff over here, some of the horror stories she told me of 'Gobshite brats' in Geordieland (not the kids fault*) make's me understand now, why Our Toyboy Steve's a taxi driver, innit.

Patience of Job comes to mind (never mind Adam)

Where's Thunderland then? and my Jock mate living in Essex (on here) must be still wanting a new manager for the Hammers eh?, I think not**

Did you know Sir Winston grew up in Yankyland (explains a lot)*

I also met a wonderful very old 'Taylor' (beautiful wallnut back) guitar last night, the owner of whom's music I'm just gonna play (as he gave me one of his cd's). Pity this isn't a music orientated forum, otherwise I'd share it with anybody who's interested, innit*

Regards,

Fritz

You can only drink wine once!

Going Dutch*

I was just thinking about scanning the great cover of a pretty really lousy book in my library earlier, then I thought, Naah! Who the fuck's gonna be interested in that then, innit?

You know me always on the ball*

Nice bit of very loud 'Midnight Train to Georgia' from Gladys, for breakfast, I must say these new boxes are well good, innit*

Never talk abaat it** (Nime's cat's gonna come back soon)

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Originally posted by Berlin Fritz:

(Nime's cat's gonna come back soon)

I wish I shared your confidence in this matter. If the little sod recognises himelf in the pictures we have plastered all over the place (but can't read the phone home bit at the top) he may think he's a wanted criminal with a price on his head! I'll wring his bløødy neck if he hasn't got a damned good excuse for his absence.

Just playing with my new Brownie Weflex, probably one of the finest Headlines of all time, innit*

Don't throw your money down the old drain, Waste it here instead, innit! You know it makes sense

Recieved an absolutely brilliant Scottish interview earlier (2 MB ish)wmv. anybody interested, usual address. graham.ricketts@arcor.de

innit (24 hours only)

Túlsa

Sorted out my World Cup tickets earlier from a friend of a friend, and was also trying to convince the Chief to take his 11 year old daughter to some games too (what a one-off), but unfortunately they're just not interested, Goodness only knows what I'll do with the spare 5 tickets now?*


Regards,


Fritz


I'm sure I'll be able to sell them for thier set price on the day (I ain't no abusin tout)*

Talkin ov Beavers!

RN Requires decent Boats Only:

You Couldn't Make It Up*

Wonderful Tone*

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Originally posted by andy c:
Oh Yus,
Ireland stutter to a win, and the welsh get pummelled by english muscle...

Don't you ever stop talking shop Our Andy?

Regards,

Fritz & Speed Cameras²³

I've heard a rumour, only a rumour mind! That there's more chance of Tim Henman reaching the third round 'of any' Tennis Tournament, than Tony Blair speaking the Truth to the nation over why Britain went to War in Iraq*

So who's noticed the latest fad (from all sides) to protect & respect everybody's point of view then (Bloody dangerous old game if you ask me), (this is basic Human psychology being manipulated here to justify Military action of some kind across the board) but you know me! apparently I'm an old paranoid Tourettes Jonnie anyway!*

Fritz, or is it Clive?

THIS IS A WARNING BY THE WAY, INNIT:

Look's like Campbell's in the soup!

So which wise-guy's Gonna tell me then, that Gorgeous George's being turned away from Egypt today, wasn't Yankee inspired.

It's almost torturous, innit:

Regards,

Fritz:

I wonder if Our Chum Fredders uses Danish catgut strings, at all, at all?*

N.B. As a reminder of my earlier post today(Last Orders) the Scottish thingy is still going (It's absolutely brilliant), take it or leave it, as per usual. I see bloody-Big-fishy- Norway is stirring shit up again too, in the great cartoon debate, not to be outdone by their beloved neighbours.

No probs here in Germany though (Cartoons published here as well) Why is this? Cos the average Muslim Jonnie here has got more bloody sense, that's why* Obvious, innit Tom*

Dear Fritz,

The best gut is German! Let me hasten to add that I mean German gut made from sheep, or cattle! Ain't sain' nuffink more, to paraphrase a good friend from Tyskland! Fredrik

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Originally posted by Fredrik_Fiske:
Dear Fritz,

The best gut is German! Let me hasten to add that I mean German gut made from sheep, or cattle! Ain't sain' nuffink more, to paraphrase a good friend from Tyskland! Fredrik

Would Dolly's gut alter the tone I wonder, with her not being 100% natural?*

Dear Fritz,

I would expect it to be un-naturally small in tone, and break much sooner than than the real thing! Fred

Funny, Fredrik!

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Originally posted by Fredrik_Fiske:
Dear Fritz,

I would expect it to be un-naturally small in tone, and break much sooner than than the real thing! Fred

That's good Fredders, assuming of course that you yourself are consistent in the excellence of your own performance, innit.

Just treated myself to a brace of totally fat-free steaks (cost an arm an a leg too) gently fried with copious amounts of fresh garlic in cold-pressed virgin Cretian Olive oil, some warm fresh baguette and Kerrygold to-boot, as well as some fairly decent 'Hungarian' Claret (2003), very dry, and relatively exepensive (for me at least) €6.99, and later a few boots of ice cold Bud, a good movie which starts very soon, and some fine Belgian Chocky laced with New Zealands finest Williams Pears & Calvados, Wicked² or what. Fortunately for me, I am happy with myself, am now an income-tax payer, working my arse off, and my lotto numbers just came up, but in the wrong combinations.

I digress! filum time, & fuck the rest, innit*

Dera Fritz,

I never think anyone can get exactly the same performance twice, but over time you soon get an idea how well the set-up on an instruemnt is working. The reason I gave up the gut B on the bass was not its tone which was splendid, but because unlike the other four strings it was very in-articulate. Short notes, such as Bach wrote so many of, even so low down, were absolutley impossible with such a thick string. Of course Bach's bass players would have been using the set-up of a Violone which had six rather thinner strings, and was a less powerful instrument, even if physically the Violone is otherwise the same as the modern double bass. Many of the very best basses were made in Bach's time or even within the century before. Gasparo de Salo made basses (violones, of course) as early as 1580, which are still players' instruments in orchestras today. Strad and Amati never made basses, but several great makers did. The baroque bass I had between 1991 and 1993 was a London bass from about 1780, showing the stylist character of a Fendt. Not the famous Fendt, but his father, who made very few instruments in England, but those that exist are wonderful. But you certainly know that an old bass is a fake if it has a label in it! They were never signed, unlike the violin familly instruments, because of the low regard that was held both for the instrument and its players at the time! That did not stop great craft being applied to the making though...

That old bass is what converted me to gut strings as it was so fragile that it would have colapsed under the tension of steel. If you imagine the size of the front of a bass, and then the fact the it is probably only twice as thick as the front of a fiddle, you will soon realise that merely pressing by hand on the front would easily alter the shape of it, and also even risk cracking it! The luthier who restored my old bass, and built the new one used to call old basses, essemblages of high class balsa wood!

I was very worried, always, about the old instrument and the possibility of accidents, and as if to prove me right, fate arranged for a neat little accident, which cost thousands to repair. Money I did not have, and so I sold it. The new one was potentially almost as fragile, but at least not worth the fortune of the old one - little did I realise it, unfortunately, especially when selling the old thing - which at least meant I was comfortable carrying the new one round even on public transport and so on.

All the best from Fredrik

Fredders, I thank you for that very informative rundown on the old Bass Son. I'm presently involved with this lady, who's life & times are part of my new work, as well as being an actress, she was well liked by the odd artist for private sittings, Oscar Kokoshska, and August Renoir, but to name two, though I don't know if she ever played the bass double or not, innit? I got arrested in Zagreb once, strangely enough!

Regards,


Fritz*

I was trying to imagine if Our Mick missed one of his clay thingys with his posh Taiwanese boring shooter, and blasted your ex-instrument instead, what on earth would one write on the insurance claim?

My new boss is off to Tulsa in the moaning, I hear they have the worlds biggest organ there, maybe she could bring back a fugue or five, very nice person that she is?*

This is where I make my Jam John!

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Originally posted by lyndon:
Where can I pay Danish products besides Lego and Bacon?

lurpak butter and hyquphon tweeters as found in the latter isobariks.

lyndon

Do you speak English Son?

Fredders, I recall when you first gave a Bass rundown, and was most thoughtfull of the fact, that either piano, violin, or gazoo, one parrot-fashion's excellence to another persons tune (if you get my drift? again!). Last night I had the pleasure to play a classic Taylor guitar, which unfortunately was only totally boring original stuff, and no!° I'm not being sarcastic, I'm being totally sincere, in that I feel that (as with Art) snobbery & mindless bullshit² inhibit the chances of real pure & original potential in our societies, innit.*

I concure John,


Fritz

N.B. As James Last has often proven, good musicians wether famous or session, are two a penny, and get paid accordingly. Wether a beautiful long blonde haired Dutch Princess, playing Sax, or Menuin against Grappelli, only one is pure & free, the rest are just robots in my mind, until they become free themselves (and no I don't refer to interpretation, and variations upon a theme either, this is weak and fragile fodder for ageing players, nothing more, nothing less, innit!

Trust this helps (I smoked nearly 2 packets of Galouase's last night, bloody terrible, innit9)

Dear Fritz,

I am not sure what your point was! Old basses as such are no better and no worse in practice than the player. But what was truly fascinating to me was that the finer of the two great instrument I owned (and I played some even more notable historical instruments as well!), was that the new instrument was obviously finer in every way than my the older instrument, and was in far better than any other that I ever played bar one, which was a German bass from 1890! So, so much for snobbery! I speak as I find, which whilst it may annoy some, certainly is not snobbery me old Englander in Tyskland!

All the best from Fredrik

Fredders, I recall you previously saying that you are some 10 years younger than I, and therefore are not in any immediate danger of suffering from premature senilty just yet Dave? You know damned well that I refer not to instruments, but to those that play said instruments, and with respect, you are starting to bore me intensley� with this unimaginative, unoriginal, repetetive old hat rhetoric, and I know that you can do much better, if not retire to Norge asap, and pretend you're fighting Hiltler.

Regards,


Deane*

As the present Dali Lama has mentioned, contented Sleep; is really our greatest luxury, where we are closest to that we call God in Our dreams, and I tend to agree (even though I've eaten far too much cheese this evening, and too late). For those that enjoyed Dick's Milton Lumky, I can suggest 'The Star Rover by Jack London', and as for Our Nime's cat, I would say that he's probably far happier than all of us put together right now, innee*



Goodnight:*