Thursday 22 November 2012

some of Henning Wehn's newsletters


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August, 2012


Dear Friends of German Comedy,

I hope you’ve been enjoying the Games so far.

I know I have. Not least as this time, unlike at the last London Olympics in 1948, Germany is invited.

Back then, and not for the last time, a bankrupt, war-knackered Britain had to cobble together an Olympics made more difficult by the fact the previous Olympics had been so spectacular.

Undisputed highlight of 2012 so far was the German eventing team winning gold just ahead of Zara Phillips and her friends, which in a way made it a German 1-2.

Other than that, the Fatherland’s medal exploits have been rather disappointing. Just like at Euro 2012 our mentally weak athletes are not able to cope with pressure.

Very much unlike Team GB who just keeps on winning. And as if Britain’s excellent medal haul this time wasn’t enough, there’ll be an even bigger one at the Commonwealth Games 2014 in Glasgow.

The Commonwealth Games, where British fulltime athletes compete against the finest postmen, plumbers and bus drivers from Montserrat, Dominica and the Virgin Islands.

It’s like the first round of the FA Cup all the way through.

In the history of the Commonwealth Games Wales has won 51 gold medals. And we can all safely agree if Wales won 51 gold medals it’s not a proper sporting competition. 

In the 2006 Commonwealth Games in Melbourne there was one event that had too few participants to merit a bronze medal: women’s double trap pair. It’s some sort of pigeon shooting, which in itself is a right nonsense.

Just blow up the nest. That’s got to be maximum score.

So, that’s enough ill-informed and badly linked nonsense for one month.
I have to get back in front of the telly to watch some more random sport no-one will care about once the football season is underway. (which can’t be soon enough to be honest)

Have a great month!

Henning






October, 2012

Dear Friends Of German Humour...
 

Every month I’m dreading having to write a new bulletin.

Mind you, I’m not dreading the writing half as much as the actual sending-out process.

Usually some people get it four times, others not at all. And everyone gets diamonds where there should be apostrophes. I’ve now shelled out for a new mail-out programme. Let’s hope it works. Apparently it’s now possible to add photos and all but let’s not get carried away.

I can’t have been the only one utterly surprised this week to read that Tooting is home to the highest earners in the UK.
According to the Wealth of the Nation 2012 report, the average annual income is now £66,100, beating Knightsbridge and Chelsea.

This can mean one of four things.
A) There’s a lot more money in running late night kebab joints than I thought.
B) The borders of Tooting have been gerrymandered so they stretch all the way to Barnes.
C) It’s all nonsense. Or, most likely,
D) JK Rowling has moved into the area to write her next gritty novel about the thorough decency of the lower class.

I will definitely keep an eye out for her down the Lahore on Tooting Broadway after pub closing time.

In preparation I’ll also read her new book so I can break the ice by going “I’ve read your book” or, in case she needs reminding, “You’ve written a book”. Or if I want to play with her mind “Haven’t you written a book?”

But before I read The Casual Vacancy I first have to finish Dietmar Hamann’s The Didi Man, describing his journey from growing up in Munich to becoming a Liverpool institution.

It’s absolutely riveting but, when I read it, I struggle with what accent to do in my head. I’ve decided to read the bits when it’s all going hunky-dory in Bavarian. Once the wheels come off and he starts drinking and gambling I switch to Scouse. So far that does feel right.

But back to Ms Rowling: I really admire her for being such a positive role model what with having been a single mum yet having succeeded. Certainly much better than Kate Middleton, who shows nothing but contempt for ordinary British women.

For years British girls have been taught that the only way to have a fulfilled life and a successful career is by having photos of their tits published. Now Kate Middleton is lucky enough to be given that very opportunity and she fights tooth and nail against it. What an ungrateful, spoilt brat!

Talking of people who are a national disgrace: October marks the 22nd anniversary of West Germany paying for East Germany. And of late the rest of Europe, too. We can’t go on like this! Only last week Martin Kaymer felt the need to credit his fellow Europeans after he single-handedly won the Ryder Cup.

Where is it all going to end? Most likely in a spam filter.

Have a great month

Henning


Sunday 11 November 2012

The Godly, pt.2, 'Two youths having a conversation in the town square'


The market square
Two youths having casual conversation in the town square next to Hypatia’s Platonic Pizza Joint

Bastion – alrite
Telemachus – alrite
B – yep
T – nice
B – yea...nice
T – yep...
B - yea...

pause

T – how’s your mother
B – Shes got the sweat again
T – Phhh hate that man
B – Yea she’s really, well...sweaty...
T – Phhh...(pause) how’s your sister?
B – Aint got a sister
T – Nice! I’m guna get in there! Hahahaha
B – I said I don’t have a sister
T – Right...nice... your dad?
B – He’s dead
T – (faintly) Ohhh yea...I remember...hanging?
B – Um, yesss...or maybe drowning...no I think it was a hanging.
Pause....
T - phhhhhh
B - you err heard that new Bach track?
T – Well tempered Clavier?
B – yea
T – yea man, love it
B  - yea?
T – yea, big tune man, top production, he tempered the hell out of that clavier
B – yea, some hardcore clavier on there
T – king of the clavier they call him
B – yea, the ‘clavier cat’

Short pause
T- yea

pause
B – some amazing solos on there actually
T – Don’t need to tell me brother! My spirit yearns for those solos. Aint heard arpeggiated cords like that in a long time
B – Yea, and that fugal exposition...wow
T – The Lord hath delivered on that one, no doubt.
B - And the delicate deployment of the B-flat
T – Oh yea, praise be to the delicacy of that B-flat
B - definitely...it’s so...delicate

Pause
B - you heard the remix?
T – yea think so...
B – Gustavus von Schtikulberg. Belter.
T - On the Baroque Bangers EP?
B – Yes, I think so. Or it might be on Organ Madness vol.1...
T – Ah yeaaaa, yea yea yea..err yea.. Think I heard in ‘The Pox’ the other night after I dropped a couple of Garlic gloves in the toilets. Went down a storm
B – Yea, Schitkulberg’s an absolute heretic
T – He nails the major keys
B – Nails it
T – Christ almighty, I mean the way he manipulates that coda, it’s like a plague of curséd locusts dancing in my ears
B – Yea mate, manipulates that coda like no one else
T – yea yea
B – yea

Pause
T – Heard about the Anabaptist Crew?
B – Err is the Lord substantially present in the Host? Course I have! Structural and scriptural renegades.
T – They’re so original. I love how Preach Master Godfrey plays the Crumhorn. He just turns everything we thought we knew about the Crumhorn...
B – (aside) errr pretty much everything
T - ...and turns it on it’s head. And then curses it to damnation and a fiery death in the pits of a very real hell.
B – Yea...I like the lyrics too.
T – Oh yea, of course the lyrics. The lyrics are just so potent and yet pretty subtle
B – Yea, they tread that fine line between being doctrinally innovative and accursedly heretical. 
T – I love the one that goes: “The scriptures have divine authority, inspired by the Lord’s own majesty. But don’t forget when you pray on that hill, that we’re predestined to groove and have no free will”
T – Yes! Ah, Godbless their asses!
B - And their cattle.
T – They are such a doctrinally subversive bunch
B – I know, subverting doctrine all over the place. Questioning the restrictive theological framework we are so oblivious to
T – Yea, I mean when you think about it, doctrine and that is just the system at work really isn’t it?
B – Yea...
T – It’s the system trying...trying to fucking use doctrine to...
B – indoctrinate you
T – Yea! To control us. “Bless my soul?”, Bless your own sodding soul you paedo!
B – Hmmm. Maybe it’s not that simple...
T – Well of course it’s the big corporations too! Trying to get in our heads, make us buy more silkened hoods and linen hose that we don’t even want!
B – Right...
T - Fuckers. I’ve got a mind to join the fucking Papists man.
B – haha, yea...yea...you’re joking right?
T – Na man, fuck these stuck up Lutherans man. I’ll do what I want
B – The Papists though? Rumour has it that they encourage the use of scented candles in Mass
T – yea fine, I don’t agree with the more extreme stuff but the Lutherans are so square man. I mean Salvation by faith alone? What are you on about? See if you can find salvation with my knob in your face, you tossers.
B – hmmm...
T – Priesthood of all Believers, gimi a break. Priesthood of bummers and cock heads more like
B – right...
Father Gertrude walks by.
Father Gertrude – Good afternoon boys
T – Afternoon Father Gertrude. May peace reign down upon you with grace and tranquillity. (sings short Psalm). Bless you Father. (aside) Wanker.

Pause, waiting for Father Gertrude to walk by
B - Allot of good stuff coming out of Leipzig at the moment though, don’t you think?
T – Oh Yea, new record label started up there actually; “Earthenware Bass”
B – Part of the “Doublet and Hoe’s” imprint. Leipzig is pretty much the new Augsburg really
T – Yea man, progressive stuff
B – Yea
T – I mean, sod that Middle Renaissance rubbish
B – Yea
T - It’s all like...’get over it, we get it, you can produce some complex points of imitation and some passages of homophony counterpointed by a deviating minor scale...get over yourself’
B – Definitely, get over it
T – Anyone can make a homophony and then drop some deviation on it
B – That is true...
T - It’s just restrictive prima practica descending madrigal crap!
B – Yea definitely...did you get all this of Wikipedia?
T – what...

Pause
T - You goin’ Saxony Fest this year?
B – Ah would like to but it’s 5 guldens, can’t afford that and it takes about 6 days by horse
T – It’s not cheap. I could lend you some fowl if you’re short though.
B – Ah thanks, but I already owe you half an oxen
T – Holy Moses you do as well! You cheekey Ottoman!
B – Haha
T - Sebastien and the Locusts on the main stage though
B – Ah, they have one seriously competent lute player in that band
T – They do indeed. His solo on ‘The Lord is my Shepherd and my Brother’ just blew my mind.
B – yea and he’s not bad on ‘Holy Holy Holy Rock!’ either
T – I know. You’re guna miss out man. Frankfurter and Hasselhoff are both coming. And Hamburger might bring some sugared prunes.
B – Oh not again! You should really watch it, I think he’s got a problem.
T – Na. I’ve seen him take 6 spiced pheasant’s before and he was fine
B – Wasn’t that when he did a shit in the belfry?
T – Yea, but we’ve all been there...late at night, a wretched stomach cursed by a merciless fallen angel to the plundering depths of Armageddon, squatting out of a belfry. Just blamed it on the Calvinists anyway. He’s only guna take a couple of kilos of sugared prunes, it’ll be ok.
B – They do search you there though
T – They’ve never caught the H–Burger.

Pause
B – Thinking about it, we could always borrow my Dad’s news wagon
T – Ah yes!
B – He’s got some nice wheels, got some new hinges and some seriously slick oak sideboards.
T – Yea and iron coated rims
B – With a copper finish! Oh my Jesusing bloody Christ that copper finishing! And that divine navigational system, “powered by faith and faith alone”. brilliant
T – yes. Man I bet that thing can go from nought to holy in no time
B – yea, couple of minutes no probs.
T – Blimey! The Lord is my Saviour!
B – Yep, it is a real maiden magnet too
T – of course it is! Bring on the maidens and their mystical ways
B – Yea, it’s one blesséd wagon.

Pause
T – If not though, we could always hitchhike?
B – Ah duno, the Empire’s pretty hairy at the moment
T – true
B - Some mates of my mates from Duisburg tried to hitchhike to Bohemia for this ‘lads on tour’ thing
T – yea
B - 5 of ‘em got conscripted into the Von Mansfeld’s militia and two got abducted by that religious sect out near that Upper Palatinate
B –The Brotherhood of Profane Pederasts?
T – Yep.
B – well we’ll figure something out. Got to go man, got a scripture tutorial with Father Hansgruber
T – Pain in the arse.
B – good one
T – May the Lord be with you.
B – And you.

Friday 9 November 2012

From the Indepedent's list of 100 favorite fictional characters


God
Chosen by Michael Marshall (The Lonely Dead)

Polymorphic, unpredictable, unaccountable; omnipotent yet negligent, kind yet vicious. Suitable to any genre or period. Able to hold centre stage in plot, or work subtly in deep background. Never requires a deus ex machina. A character you can immerse yourself in, forever.

Thursday 1 November 2012

John Hegley

Brilliant poet-comedian. He's been around since the early 80s. Does some great musical comedy - similar to poetry stuff. Going to Cambridge in late November to promote his new book: a collection of poems, prose and drawings. Apparently he used to be a bus conductor.