HOW’S YOUR GERMAN?

hotel_california

LE
Book Reviewer
Good to hear! So, about these IQ tests?
And I would like to learn more about vegan compo and vegan options in the cook house in 1966. The slop jockeys went out of their way for Drugsy during his entire career where ever he was sent - according to him.

ETA: Bugsy tells lies.
 
Larry O'Liar said:
we both had to bang out of the nearby emergency-exit rather sharpish because we were both tooled up.
Of course you were Bugsy, of course you were. Desert Eagle carried in the small of your back was it? Ready for a bit of Dirty Harry action on the door was we?

Lying Cunt.
 
Good morning foul vermin.This morning's completely legit tale is of how the well-renowned swordsman Bugsy came to get the female artist Gisela Capitain involved in some sackrobatics.

A story of passion, romance and tooled-up hardmen in Kreuzberg nightclubs.

Take it away Bugsy:

"How did we meet? I used to frequent a disco by the name of “SO36” in the Skalitzer Straße in the district of Kreuzberg, West Berlin. They played a mixture of punk and reggae there, and I’m a sucker for reggae. The disco regularly featured live punk and reggae bands from the UK. Brit squaddies discovered the place somewhere in the middle of 1979 and Joachim (Achim) Schächtle, one of the co-owners, and who knew I was ex-British Army, asked me to keep an eye on the lads. That wasn’t actually necessary, because they never caused any fuss, no matter how pissed they were. My friendship with Achim started when there was an Old Bill raid on SO36 (I’ve no idea why) and we both had to bang out of the nearby emergency-exit rather sharpish because we were both tooled up.

Sometime towards the end of 1979, SO36 featured a punk band called “The Warm Jets”. Apparently a couple of them were ex-members of “Cockney Rebel”. I don’t remember all that much about the group, just that the lead singer was a blonde fella with slicked-back hair called Paul and the lead guitarist was a Pole. Because the lads spoke no German, Achim asked me to be his interpreter for the three nights they were appearing. That caught the attention of Martin Kippenberger, a so-called “artist” who’d recently secured himself a stake in SO36. He (Kippenberger) decided to invite The Warm Jets to a restaurant on their second night and I tagged along as their interpreter. The whole party, consisting of about 20 of us, then repaired to Kippenberger’s gaff in Segitzdamm (I believe it was number 8, but I could be wrong there). That’s when I met Gisela Capitain.

Because I was rather, er, “intellectually detached” at the time, having helped to smoke the 20 grammes of solid I brought to the party, I declared myself unfit to drive and Gisela graciously offered me a place in her bed. That was the start of it.

Gisela’s parents were away for Christmas 1979, and so we celebrated together in Selb, the city of Gisela’s birth. Her father was apparently some sort of doodi at “Rosenthal Porzellan”, also based in Selb, Northern Hesse. I’ve no idea about Gisela’s mother or what she did for a living.

A few more facts for you to research, Dorky_Boy, in your relentless pursuit of the “superiority” you so passionately crave, but don’t actually have. But back to West Berlin! Kippenberger’s gaff was a commune at the time in question. That commune (again, at the time) comprised:

Martin Kippenberger. A real “wannabe” artist and total pain in the fückin’ arse, who had many contacts in the West Berlin art world at the time and used them to further his own, entirely self-centred, objectives. No-one knew where he had his money from. There were various guesses that he'd won the lottery at some point or was the beneficiary of an inheritance, but no-one knew for sure, including Gisela Capitain.

Gisela Capitain. A primary-school teacher when I got to know her. Her room in the Segitzdamm commune had swing-doors with windows in them, through which “interested parties” used to observe us shagging.

Hella Utesch. Hella was a contemporary (and good friend) of Claudia Skoda (she of the marvellous woollen jumpers) and specialised in producing leather items (jackets, waistcoats, trousers, etc) in accordance with the ancient Native American craft of joining the parts with thongs, and not with stiches. That gobshite Kippenberger once complained bitterly to me that he’d invested 20,000 Deutschmarks in Hella’s enterprise, but, at the time, hadn’t seen a “Pfennig” of profit.

Klaus Krüger. At the time I met him in Segitzdamm, he was the drummer for the German group “Tangerine Dream. He was mostly away on tours at the time Gisela and I were an item and I never got to really know him, apart from shagging on his bed."
I found the following information on Google. Remarkably Bugsy has almost plagiarised it:


Gisela Capitain was born in Selb, a small porcelain-manufacturing town in Oberfranken, right on the border with the Czech Republic. Her charismatic father, “ein echter Berliner”, and her lovingly devoted mother raised three girls. Gisela was shy and fair skinned - and a typical middle child. As any true girl of the 1960ies would, she studied philosophy and anthropology at the Freie Universität in Berlin. In the end, always practically minded, she continued her education to become an elementary schoolteacher. This may have turned out to be her most useful professional experience: learning to keep a cool head with a firm hand while dealing with these unruly specimens of artists, collectors and curators called the “art world”. The most decisive moment in her professional life was most certainly meeting Martin Kippenberger at the legendary Bar “Exil” in Berlin - over a card game called Mau-Mau. Gisela lost and she had to pay back her gambling debt that same evening with a bottle of red wine. This established the foundation for a close professional relationship and friendship that connected Kippenberger and Capitain until his untimely death in 1997 and even beyond: she protects his legacy and represents his estate to this very day - with as much devotion as competence. In 1978, when they opened the Berlin art space called Kippenbergers Büro, it was Gisela who was able to understand his absurd, sometimes rather rude humor and follow his linguistic fury. She became, so to say, his partner and created a semblance of order in the Kippenberger universe. She however stipulated one condition for their partnership: no relationship-stress!
 

Helm

MIA
Moderator
Book Reviewer
I found the following information on Google. Remarkably Bugsy has almost plagiarised it:


Gisela Capitain was born in Selb, a small porcelain-manufacturing town in Oberfranken, right on the border with the Czech Republic. Her charismatic father, “ein echter Berliner”, and her lovingly devoted mother raised three girls. Gisela was shy and fair skinned - and a typical middle child. As any true girl of the 1960ies would, she studied philosophy and anthropology at the Freie Universität in Berlin. In the end, always practically minded, she continued her education to become an elementary schoolteacher. This may have turned out to be her most useful professional experience: learning to keep a cool head with a firm hand while dealing with these unruly specimens of artists, collectors and curators called the “art world”. The most decisive moment in her professional life was most certainly meeting Martin Kippenberger at the legendary Bar “Exil” in Berlin - over a card game called Mau-Mau. Gisela lost and she had to pay back her gambling debt that same evening with a bottle of red wine. This established the foundation for a close professional relationship and friendship that connected Kippenberger and Capitain until his untimely death in 1997 and even beyond: she protects his legacy and represents his estate to this very day - with as much devotion as competence. In 1978, when they opened the Berlin art space called Kippenbergers Büro, it was Gisela who was able to understand his absurd, sometimes rather rude humor and follow his linguistic fury. She became, so to say, his partner and created a semblance of order in the Kippenberger universe. She however stipulated one condition for their partnership: no relationship-stress!
Well that is a coincidence, almost uncanny the resemblance between the two stories.
 
Of course you were Bugsy, of course you were. Desert Eagle carried in the small of your back was it? Ready for a bit of Dirty Harry action on the door was we?

Lying ****.

Tooled up ...? I suspect broom and shovel....them council rubbish carts won't fill up themselves..........
 

Dark_Nit

LE
Book Reviewer
Another hole in the crochet of lies:

Klaus Krüger. At the time I met him in Segitzdamm, he was the drummer for the German group “Tangerine Dream. He was mostly away on tours at the time Gisela and I were an item and I never got to really know him, apart from shagging on his bed."

Timescale 1979 -- Tangerine Dream famously cancelled their 1979 tour during which time Kruger left the band (dated as Jan/Feb 79) which was one of the reasons that the tour was cancelled BTW and Kruger was replaced by Johannes Schmoelling. the band then toured in 1980 with a single date in January and then a major European tour starting in October 80.

Kruger didn't tour during 79 as he was putting together material for his first album "One is One" after splitting from Kraftwerk.
 
I found the following information on Google. Remarkably Bugsy has almost plagiarised it:


Gisela Capitain was born in Selb, a small porcelain-manufacturing town in Oberfranken, right on the border with the Czech Republic. Her charismatic father, “ein echter Berliner”, and her lovingly devoted mother raised three girls. Gisela was shy and fair skinned - and a typical middle child. As any true girl of the 1960ies would, she studied philosophy and anthropology at the Freie Universität in Berlin. In the end, always practically minded, she continued her education to become an elementary schoolteacher. This may have turned out to be her most useful professional experience: learning to keep a cool head with a firm hand while dealing with these unruly specimens of artists, collectors and curators called the “art world”. The most decisive moment in her professional life was most certainly meeting Martin Kippenberger at the legendary Bar “Exil” in Berlin - over a card game called Mau-Mau. Gisela lost and she had to pay back her gambling debt that same evening with a bottle of red wine. This established the foundation for a close professional relationship and friendship that connected Kippenberger and Capitain until his untimely death in 1997 and even beyond: she protects his legacy and represents his estate to this very day - with as much devotion as competence. In 1978, when they opened the Berlin art space called Kippenbergers Büro, it was Gisela who was able to understand his absurd, sometimes rather rude humor and follow his linguistic fury. She became, so to say, his partner and created a semblance of order in the Kippenberger universe. She however stipulated one condition for their partnership: no relationship-stress!
Another hole in the crochet of lies:

Klaus Krüger. At the time I met him in Segitzdamm, he was the drummer for the German group “Tangerine Dream. He was mostly away on tours at the time Gisela and I were an item and I never got to really know him, apart from shagging on his bed."

Timescale 1979 -- Tangerine Dream famously cancelled their 1979 tour during which time Kruger left the band (dated as Jan/Feb 79) which was one of the reasons that the tour was cancelled BTW and Kruger was replaced by Johannes Schmoelling. the band then toured in 1980 with a single date in January and then a major European tour starting in October 80.

Kruger didn't tour during 79 as he was putting together material for his first album "One is One" after splitting from Kraftwerk.
He will be back later, once the Nottingham Tramps Charity Soup Club closes for the day, to tell us that both your posts are translations that he was commissioned to do for another/other person/s.

Which makes sense as Larry never lies, Not ever.
 

DaManBugs

LE
Book Reviewer
Another hole in the crochet of lies:

Klaus Krüger. At the time I met him in Segitzdamm, he was the drummer for the German group “Tangerine Dream. He was mostly away on tours at the time Gisela and I were an item and I never got to really know him, apart from shagging on his bed."

Timescale 1979 -- Tangerine Dream famously cancelled their 1979 tour during which time Kruger left the band (dated as Jan/Feb 79) which was one of the reasons that the tour was cancelled BTW and Kruger was replaced by Johannes Schmoelling. the band then toured in 1980 with a single date in January and then a major European tour starting in October 80.

Kruger didn't tour during 79 as he was putting together material for his first album "One is One" after splitting from Kraftwerk.
Oh, dear, Dorky_Boy! So much desperate and frantic research, but you're really not bothered at all, are you?:smile::smile::smile:

Actually, it's you just clutching at straws again, innit? Just like the "umbrella company" thread, on which you made yourself look a right ghunt, remember that? Some ARRSEr asked for advice for an umbrella company. I told him he should get in touch with "Knirps" - an umbrella company.

You immediately went into: "How can I discredit Bugsy" mode and responded with (and I paraphrase): "Don't trust Bugsy! This company is under investigation for financial irregularities". Your problem was that "Knirps" IS an umbrella company. They make umbrellas and have done for about 100 years or so. Ooh! How embarrassing was that, eh?

So Klaus Krüger wasn't "on tour". So what? I clearly stated (and you quoted) that I hardly knew the fella and he was rarely around, so he must have been doing something else. And all of that happened almost 40 years ago. I bet you can remember every detail about folks you briefly met 40 years ago but never had any particular interest in.

Anything else you'd like to present as "irrefutable evidence", knacker-features?:lol:

MsG
 

Dark_Nit

LE
Book Reviewer
Just so that we know you're a liar.

PS: Remember that time you said that you jumped out of a "Fat Albert" with US Paratroopers?
That was a whopper wasn't it ;)
 

Helm

MIA
Moderator
Book Reviewer
Oh, dear, Dorky_Boy! So much desperate and frantic research, but you're really not bothered at all, are you?:smile::smile::smile:

Actually, it's you just clutching at straws again, innit? Just like the "umbrella company" thread, on which you made yourself look a right ghunt, remember that? Some ARRSEr asked for advice for an umbrella company. I told him he should get in touch with "Knirps" - an umbrella company.

You immediately went into: "How can I discredit Bugsy" mode and responded with (and I paraphrase): "Don't trust Bugsy! This company is under investigation for financial irregularities". Your problem was that "Knirps" IS an umbrella company. They make umbrellas and have done for about 100 years or so. Ooh! How embarrassing was that, eh?

So Klaus Krüger wasn't "on tour". So what? I clearly stated (and you quoted) that I hardly knew the fella and he was rarely around, so he must have been doing something else. And all of that happened almost 40 years ago. I bet you can remember every detail about folks you briefly met 40 years ago but never had any particular interest in.

Anything else you'd like to present as "irrefutable evidence", knacker-features?:lol:

MsG
 
Oh, dear, Dorky_Boy! So much desperate and frantic research, but you're really not bothered at all, are you?:smile::smile::smile:

Actually, it's you just clutching at straws again, innit? Just like the "umbrella company" thread, on which you made yourself look a right ghunt, remember that? Some ARRSEr asked for advice for an umbrella company. I told him he should get in touch with "Knirps" - an umbrella company.

You immediately went into: "How can I discredit Bugsy" mode and responded with (and I paraphrase): "Don't trust Bugsy! This company is under investigation for financial irregularities". Your problem was that "Knirps" IS an umbrella company. They make umbrellas and have done for about 100 years or so. Ooh! How embarrassing was that, eh?

So Klaus Krüger wasn't "on tour". So what? I clearly stated (and you quoted) that I hardly knew the fella and he was rarely around, so he must have been doing something else. And all of that happened almost 40 years ago. I bet you can remember every detail about folks you briefly met 40 years ago but never had any particular interest in.

Anything else you'd like to present as "irrefutable evidence", knacker-features?:lol:

MsG
Still a lying cunt, Buggered O'Assrape. No one needs to "discredit" you, you do that yourself. After three or four bankrupts ('ere are your financial problems you Mick barsteward) the Knirps Licence Corporation GmbH & Co. KG is only licensing the trademark, they do not build any umbrellas.
The only thing that happened 40 years ago was that you got yourself permanently assraped by your father and all the other studs in your inbred family. The Brits did good to top them multiple times.
 
Oh, dear, Dorky_Boy! So much desperate and frantic research, but you're really not bothered at all, are you?:smile::smile::smile:

Actually, it's you just clutching at straws again, innit? Just like the "umbrella company" thread, on which you made yourself look a right ghunt, remember that? Some ARRSEr asked for advice for an umbrella company. I told him he should get in touch with "Knirps" - an umbrella company.

You immediately went into: "How can I discredit Bugsy" mode and responded with (and I paraphrase): "Don't trust Bugsy! This company is under investigation for financial irregularities". Your problem was that "Knirps" IS an umbrella company. They make umbrellas and have done for about 100 years or so. Ooh! How embarrassing was that, eh?

So Klaus Krüger wasn't "on tour". So what? I clearly stated (and you quoted) that I hardly knew the fella and he was rarely around, so he must have been doing something else. And all of that happened almost 40 years ago. I bet you can remember every detail about folks you briefly met 40 years ago but never had any particular interest in.

Anything else you'd like to present as "irrefutable evidence", knacker-features?:lol:

MsG
I’ll tell you want I find funny tea bag, is the fact that you have perfect recollection when telling these porkies, but whenever anyone questions the validity of your wild claims, you always say it was xx years ago and can’t remember.

Selective memory eh, tea bag?

MB
 

Dark_Nit

LE
Book Reviewer
Something more recent:
Remember when you called The_Duke a liar and he showed you your arrse?
 
Oh, dear, Dorky_Boy! So much desperate and frantic research, but you're really not bothered at all, are you?:smile::smile::smile:

Actually, it's you just clutching at straws again, innit? Just like the "umbrella company" thread, on which you made yourself look a right ghunt, remember that? Some ARRSEr asked for advice for an umbrella company. I told him he should get in touch with "Knirps" - an umbrella company.

You immediately went into: "How can I discredit Bugsy" mode and responded with (and I paraphrase): "Don't trust Bugsy! This company is under investigation for financial irregularities". Your problem was that "Knirps" IS an umbrella company. They make umbrellas and have done for about 100 years or so. Ooh! How embarrassing was that, eh?

So Klaus Krüger wasn't "on tour". So what? I clearly stated (and you quoted) that I hardly knew the fella and he was rarely around, so he must have been doing something else. And all of that happened almost 40 years ago. I bet you can remember every detail about folks you briefly met 40 years ago but never had any particular interest in.

Anything else you'd like to present as "irrefutable evidence", knacker-features?:lol:

MsG
Was this before or after you broke the commonwealth games 100 meters world record?
 
Was this before or after you broke the commonwealth games 100 meters world record?
In fairness, he got good at sprinting whilst practicing his 85 mph yorkers.

He should really be Ireland’s most decorated sportsman of all time with his abilities.

MB
 

DaManBugs

LE
Book Reviewer
Well, well! Hooda thortit, eh? Your man Pavlov there certainly knew his onions! I ring the bell (in a figurative sense) and up pop all the hopeless ARRSE nonentities eager to have (another) crack at me. I'll have to give him a ring and tell him that he was right on all counts. Anyone got his number?:-D:-D:-D

MsG
 

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