Taking a look at that poor guy above ( a Squonk) you know already that I am going to put in an entry about my last weeks run in an enormously depressing area (especially in winter, especially on a Sunday) called Industriezentrum Niederösterreich-Süd. Depressing of course only to run on cold Sunday afternoons when at the same time one could sit in an Irish Sports bar - for instance - watching Rugby and getting trashed whilst.
But, one must do what one must do. Truly in the tradition of last years Christmas run I put in a wrong name of the meeting place - old name Pizzeria Capricorno instead of new and lasting name Industriestüberl which made all of you drive a few rounds to get acquainted to the whole area, obviously :-)
Some short proceedings later, like collecting Hash Cash and getting reimbursed on my own expenses, it was on off on a casual stroll literally down long roads, admiring the sight of closed companies. As the place is completely flat all around, it provides ideal conditions to do a little jogging, an invitation that a few accepted willingly.
Then came the drink stop, with three bottles of Sekt (Hochriegl) and a packet of Mon Cheri and Raffaelo alike and to watch all these goodies disappear in no time made me realize that when planning for a nice little stop of something then always buy 50 % more than you initially wanted.
I persuaded the owner of the Industriestüberl/Capricorno to open the place up especially for us and to my great pleasure I saw the cook Ahmed arrive and open the main door, also much to the relief of all who needed to relieve themselves in privacy.
As Ahmed was completely on his own, food had been pre-ordered and drinks were poured by main aide Sex-O-Phone. General silentium is always a sign that the hungry got fed. Did anyone not like their pizza? If so, please leave a comment and tell me.
On out for now.
My hero Bix Beiderbecke, this time with the Frankie Trumbauer Orchestra, recording date January 9 in 1928.
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