Germany, land of romance

[Alanko]

You spelled it wrong, Alan! Why that wasteful hyphen that only makes it easier to understand?!

It's

Kraftfahrzeughaftpflichtversicherung

for the motor vehicle insurance, and if you mean the insurance document itself, then it's

Kraftfahrzeughaftpflichtversicherungsschein,

finally, if you are the insurance holder, then it's of course

Kraftfahrzeughaftpflichtversicherungsscheininhaber,

unless there has been a change, in which case we have a

Kraftfahrzeughaftpflichtversicherungsscheininhaberwechsel,

which you will have to notify with a

Kraftfahrzeughaftpflichtversicherungsscheininhaberwechselanzeige.

You silver-tongued devil!

[uwe]

Yup, a cunning linguist, that's me.

[ilan]

It's called spacebar for a reason.

[uwe]

Youdon'tsay?

AndIalwaysthoughta-space-bar-wasthishere ...

[morrow]

I remember a late night bar in St John’s , a harbour town with a legendary nightlife. Before we could walk up to the bar we saw two fights break out and a drunk Russian sailor grabbed me by the collar yelling “You dance with me!”
Always described it as the closest thing to that bar in Star Wars.

[Ken]

I remember a late night bar in St John’s , a harbour town with a legendary nightlife. Before we could walk up to the bar we saw two fights break out and a drunk Russian sailor grabbed me by the collar yelling “You dance with me!”
Always described it as the closest thing to that bar in Star Wars.

Was he a good dancer?

[morrow]

I was rescued by the rest of the band , who managed to pry the sailor off me. We had finished playing in another bar down the road. This dive we went to was open for 23 1/2 hours a day at the time. Mid morning they’d close it for half an hour for the cleaners to hose down.
You also had to claw your way through about a dozen older hookers when you walked in after avoiding the drunk the bouncer had just thrown down the stairs.
It was quite the place. A bunch of musicians drinking after the gig , foreign sailors , and hookers. Rough bar.

[uwe]

"I was rescued by the rest of the band , who managed to pry the sailor off me."

How small-minded you are. Who knows if you get another chance.




The urologist has finished his examination of the Russian sailor and says:

"Everything is fine, Comrade, but you have an interesting tattoo along the length of your penis: "Gleet". What does it stand for, a girl in a foreign harbor?"

The sailor shrugs:

"In action, Comrade Doctor? Glory and Honor of the Mighty Black Sea Fleet!"

[morrow]

Haven’t seen any Russian sailors around town for years. They were once a fairly common sight here in Halifax. 
And don’t get the opportunity to visit St John’s , used to go three times a year.
Pity , I used to love visiting St John’s. Great music scene there, and some wonderful players. One bar we used to play would lock the front doors at closing time , and continue to serve. Sometimes it was daybreak when we’d leave. I never had to drive there , so I could indulge after the gig.