06 August 2006
Postcard from Munich - Sept 1997
The plane left late from Geneva - not a good start for the German crew and airline that, like its countrymen, pride themselves in their punctuality. There was some relief by blaming "foreign" air traffic control.
I was on my way to Augsburg to collect an award for Phoenix being 'Supplier of the Year'. Unfortunately we arrived late, and the fact that Lufthansa was to blame did not work as an excuse. Perhaps that's the reason that, after giving us the award, they spent the rest of the day
complaining about how late we always are (can't even make it on time for an award so how can they possibly rely on punctual product delivery, that sort of thing).
Apart from being punctual, the Germans have another arguably more attractive attribute - they love beer, and as everyone knows, German beer is the best in the world and following the meeting, I'm now on my way to the capital of German beer drinking - Munich.
The beer is best because it is brewed under an old law called the Reinheitsgebot (meaning Purity Law). This only allows water, hops, malt and yeast to be used in the brewing of beer (you'd be surprised what else gets added in some beers). The yeast becomes active on contact with the water, and changes the malt (or rather the sugar in the malt) into alcohol. The hops add the flavour.
In Munich beer is drunk in huge glasses or mugs (they call them Steine - or stones) that hold one litre, so with the glass the total weight is about 2 kgs. The waitresses can carry as many as 10 of these at one time - it is clearly a question of practice as I have trouble lifting one, let alone
ten (mind you this seems to be a particular problem after I've emptied a few). These waitresses are normally dressed in local costume, which consists of a white frilly apron and a colourful dress with a deep cleavage. Their boobs are pushed up by the dress and by their bra so that a great
expanse of soft curvaceous flesh sticks out of the top. We're not talking Wonderbra here, more Unbelievabra. These dresses are designed to give even a completely flat-chested woman a truly impressive offering that will attract smiles of appreciation from the men.
I have noticed that there appears to be a correlation between the size of these expanses of flesh and the number of Steine that they can carry. Now, before we get carried away here, I did study Biology both at school and at University and I know that there is no way that breasts could be made of muscle - but, as I watch those women with their heaving chests carrying four or five Steine in each hand, I can't help but wonder whether in fact my Biology teacher did not get it wrong after all...
I was on my way to Augsburg to collect an award for Phoenix being 'Supplier of the Year'. Unfortunately we arrived late, and the fact that Lufthansa was to blame did not work as an excuse. Perhaps that's the reason that, after giving us the award, they spent the rest of the day
complaining about how late we always are (can't even make it on time for an award so how can they possibly rely on punctual product delivery, that sort of thing).
Apart from being punctual, the Germans have another arguably more attractive attribute - they love beer, and as everyone knows, German beer is the best in the world and following the meeting, I'm now on my way to the capital of German beer drinking - Munich.
The beer is best because it is brewed under an old law called the Reinheitsgebot (meaning Purity Law). This only allows water, hops, malt and yeast to be used in the brewing of beer (you'd be surprised what else gets added in some beers). The yeast becomes active on contact with the water, and changes the malt (or rather the sugar in the malt) into alcohol. The hops add the flavour.
In Munich beer is drunk in huge glasses or mugs (they call them Steine - or stones) that hold one litre, so with the glass the total weight is about 2 kgs. The waitresses can carry as many as 10 of these at one time - it is clearly a question of practice as I have trouble lifting one, let alone
ten (mind you this seems to be a particular problem after I've emptied a few). These waitresses are normally dressed in local costume, which consists of a white frilly apron and a colourful dress with a deep cleavage. Their boobs are pushed up by the dress and by their bra so that a great
expanse of soft curvaceous flesh sticks out of the top. We're not talking Wonderbra here, more Unbelievabra. These dresses are designed to give even a completely flat-chested woman a truly impressive offering that will attract smiles of appreciation from the men.
I have noticed that there appears to be a correlation between the size of these expanses of flesh and the number of Steine that they can carry. Now, before we get carried away here, I did study Biology both at school and at University and I know that there is no way that breasts could be made of muscle - but, as I watch those women with their heaving chests carrying four or five Steine in each hand, I can't help but wonder whether in fact my Biology teacher did not get it wrong after all...
# posted by DavidF @ 13:37 
