Saturday 24 May 2008

Thirteen and a half years

That's how long I've got until retirement. Assuming the bastards don't raise the retirement age. I wouldn't put it past them. Or I drop dead. Also not beyond the bounds of possibility.

I'm already planning for life after work. I started soon after I started working. As a teenager, my ambition was to be on the dole. For the whole of my life. Well, at least until I retired. My noble principles soon lost out to greed. At the tender age of just 22, I already had a job. Apart from a few brief, happy interludes of unemployment, I've been working ever since.

I have all the things I never imagined I would - children, a mortgage, my very own shed. What would my younger self think of mortgage-paying, shed-owning father me? "You've sold out, man". We all spoke in pseudo-hippy speak when I was an university. It was easy for Tym. Coming from the Northeast, it was natural to stick "man" on the end of every sentence. What do I think of the younger me? "Take a bath you smelly, longhaired hippy." I think we're even.

There are definitine advantages in marrying a German. For a start, beer-drinking is a natural part of life to Dolores. Everyone drinks beer in Germany. Even her granny did. There are others. Give me a few minutes and I'll remember them.

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She knows how to make Klose, that's one. And Yorkshire puddings. Hang on, that's not a German attribute. You're just going to have to believe me. Being maried to a German is great. It should give me someone to practise my German on, but Dolores refuses to speak it to me. She says it feels weird. I spoke no German when we met and we've always communicated in English. Did I mention that I didn't understand my wedding ceremony? I did catch the word "Sozialistische" a couple of times, but that was it. The official could have been sending me to a socialist gulag for all I knew. "Do you want to spend the rest of your life banged up in a socialist concentration camp?" "Ja". Dolores had taught me that word, "ja". When it was time to say it, she gave me a discrete kick.

Our wedding was fun. A photographer that we hadn't ordered turned up and took photos of all the guests. Very considerate of the authorities, making sure the event was recorded for posterity. A group of my family and friends came over and stopped at Dolores's mum's house for the best part of a week. She laid on a barrel of Eisenacher Pils for them. Her stepdad was worried it wouldn't all get drunk. He hadn't met many English people before, or he would have known better. A second barrel had to be bought before we'd even got married. That ran out a couple of hours into the post-reception party. We went over to the local pub to get some bottles but they'd none left. Instead we had the landlord fill a bucket with draught beer.

But I'm supposed to be telling you of my retirement plans, not my wedding. There's an advantage to Dolores being German. Especially coming from Thuringia. Not because it's a beautiful part of the world (which it is, by the way). But because of where it is. Just above Bavaria. It has much in common with Bavaria. The half-timbered villages look just the same. Even during the Happy Time (DDR period to you), it retained many small breweries.

When I suggested retiring to Franconia I'd anticipated some resistance from Dolores. "You just want to spend all day in the pub, Ronald." I expected her to say something like that. She knows me far too well. But she didn't. "That's an idea. I would be much easier to visit my sister. Plauen isn't far, either. I could see Elke." The financial aspects attracted her, too. For our three-bedroomed flat in fashionable Amsterdam Oud-Zuid we should be able to buy a Franconian castle and still have enough left over for me to sit in the pub all day. For me to continue my research, that's what I mean.

Forchheim could be a good choice. It's pretty and cheap. I can picture myself getting up at 08:30 and walking down to Neder for opening time and breakfast. Old me will fit in perfectly with the other customers. The lifestyle would probably have suited young hippy me, too.

10 comments:

Boak said...

I'm just planning how I can go and work in Franconia for a couple of years. Think I need to work on the German first.

It's not just the beer though. Honestly...

Stonch said...

Ostalgie

I must be honest and say that two years in Franconia might drive me mad with boredom, but as a place to visit - and perhaps for an old fart to retire - it is a great choice.

Ron Pattinson said...

Stonch, I'm already an old fart. It was scary how well I fitted in with the crowd in Neder.

Boredom? The only time I'm bored is at work. There's so much filling the rest of my life.

Mark Andersen said...

Stonch, boredom in Franconia?! Impossible!

Ron, you're a lucky bastard. I'd love to retire in Franconia as well but I doubt my wife would ever go for it.

Boak said...

Nuremberg's big enough to have a bit of action. I'd be worried about becomin an alcoholic, I think, but I bet I'd get very good at cycling.

Stonch said...

Nuremburg seemed a little sedate to me. I spent a day wandering around it alone at the end of my Bier-Mania tour in summer.

I think I'm just a big city person. The last new place I visited which really got me excited was Milan, which says a lot.

Ron Pattinson said...

Nuremberg is surprisingly quiet. Some of it's quite pretty, but there's not the same pub scene you find in Munich or Düsseldorf. It seems a much smaller town that it really is. There are a couple of OK places, but nowhere I would go out of my way visit, except perhaps Altstadhof. That's pretty nice and the beer is good.

Now Bamberg, that's a different matter. Loads of great places to drink there.

And who could possibly tire of drinking in Hebendanz? I'd happily go there every day for the rest of my life. If I was allowed to go to Neder afterwards.

Elektrolurch said...

living in bayreuth for 1.5 years now, i've to say, bavaria is good, very good beer-whise;)
nuremberg has one thing for it- the landbierparadies chain, really good pubs that transport a bit of the rustic atmosphere some pubs on the countryside have.

Andy Holmes said...

My only issue with your plan Ron is that you'll be there ten years before me. I know it's hard for some people to believe but it's not just the beer in Franconia, it's just a hard place to leave!

Detchon said...

Couldn't agree with this comment more, Ron: "Boredom? The only time I'm bored is at work. There's so much filling the rest of my life." Me too.

I wonder if you could share some of dolores' klose secrets. I can make ones out of cooked potato ok with eggs and breadcrumbs, but whenever I try half cooked and half raw potato ones, I can never get them to stick together in the water when cooking, they just slowly fall apart until all i have is sludgey potato water.....