Monday 7 May 2012

Loves that Might Have Been

[Original posted on 29 April 2012]


It's 29 April. I'm such a sad old brush that I woke up and thought "Oh my god, it's TC's birthday".  (Let's keep this semi-anonymous as there's a very slight and utter mortifyingly chance that someone sees this who knows who he is.)

"TC" was my first big crush.  I'd fancied Gawaine at school when I was 15 - he had pale skin, dark hair, puppy dog eyes and possessed the best bum in Christendom - but despite being in all my classes I considered him way too cool/ beautiful to actually talk to.  During sixth-form I was going through a majorly self-repressive phase and can't remember liking anyone specific.

But then at university TC appeared.  TC is half-French and half-Danish.  He was studying law, the same as I.  He was the captain of the college water polo team.  He was about 5'8 or 5'9, had dirty blond hair, loved dogs, was a vegetarian and a Europhile.    His eyes, eyebrows and jaw line put him in the movie star category of looks, no exaggeration.  Think River Pheonix meets a young Tom Cruise.  He had a slight doziness about him (gawd I hope he doesn't read this :s) and the most ridiculously endearing American accent from his time in Washington as a kid.  He invented the word "Twink".

I fancied TC so much it hurt.  I was only out to very close friends but after about 18 months of complete torment I went round, knocked on his door, and asked him if I could talk to him.  I told him how I felt.  He listened to it all and apologised "I'm so sorry" he said a couple of times - he just wasn't gay.  He took out a photo album with his dog and asked me to stay for a coffee and look at them.  I melted even further.  How could the bastard be SO NICE on top of everything?

The next few months became steadily worse: TC became an actual friend rather than an object of lust from afar.  He invited me to his birthday picnic on the Backs with a small group of his closest pals (all girls, I recall).  We went down to London together.  He answered his door a couple of times dressed only with a towel wrapped round his waist.  I went on to law school, but attended his graduation.  Momma TC was there: a stunning, slender chic, French woman with an amaze Chanel handbag.  It was obvious where TC had got his looks and style from.

FAST FORWARD some ten years later.  I'd just split up with my boyfriend of 5 years.  It must have been 2002.  I was at my fave gay hangout, the Shadow Lounge in Soho, and who is there, but TC.  I nearly vomited. I actually had to run and hide in the loos to compose myself.  I went back: yup, it was him.  No one looks like TC.  At nearly 30 he was as beautiful as at 20.  I went up and said hello: "Peeeder! [remember the slightly dumb but massively endearing American accent]" he said... "I guess I was gay after all!"  Cue spontaneous human internal combustion.

TC told me he'd been flattered, interested, but scared when I had come round to see him.  I told him what an absurd crush I'd had on him: how much bike rides back to college and lunches together had meant to me.  He said I looked just the same as I had then, and how great it was to see me.  It was all agony, mixed with "oh my god, but now what?!".  Then he introduced me to his  boyfriend who was also there with him listening to the whole thing.


TC

TC is 38 today.  I know the firm he's working at.  First loves are the worst, especially if they are unrequited.  I've not been back in touch: I'm sure I'd make a total arse of myself and he's probably still with the boyfriend, all nicely civil partnered - with a dog.  I've still got a couple of little handwritten notes he wrote me: I *do* have enough dignity not to post them though, don't worry.

I'm such a soft old bastard I've actually got a bit teary writing this.  Leave a comment, don't leave me thinking I'm the only tragic soul who still remembers their first love?






Tuesday 1 May 2012

Banana leaf rice @ puchong

The most amazing place to enjoy banana leaf rice is at a restaurant in Puchong because it is clean!
Jalan BP 7/16
47100 Puchong Selangor
Malaysia


Labour Day

This only happens with children:

Monday 30 April 2012

Malaysia's minimum wage

The current updated minimum wage was released. RM4.33 per hour for Penisular Malaysia..... EXTREMELY LOW for this era. I know other countries have minimum wages way higher than ours. One bowl of noodle is already RM5 above. If we want the ones below RM5, its probably plain soup with very little noodles.... The cost of living is increasing drastically but our country's minimum wage is still considered pittance. How can there be growth with just RM4.33 per hour??? Its not even encouraging to the young ones to make the effort to work their butt off as part-timers with that kind of pay. It is rather embarassing to know that my country could only increase the minimum wage to rm4.33 per hour....
http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2012/4/30/nation/20120430211402&sec=nation

Sunday 29 April 2012

Property

Another weird wonder we found just around the corner from our house, this gutted building at Frakkastígur 16, just below Kaffismiðja Íslands and the corner shop Drekinn and where the music and instruments store Rín* lived for forty years before moving to Brautarholt in 2004, has become a canvas for street artists while its future is being decided. You can play around with this interactive map of Reykjavik to find the streets mentioned in this post...

I found some interesting info on this location: the property just below it takes an L-shaped turn up to Njálsgata, and is where the Ölgerðin Egill Skallagrímson brewery used to be. I remember very well being able to smell the almost too-rich aroma of a new batch of Malt Extrakt being brewed there before they moved out to Grjótháls. In the corner crook created by the fairly new apartment complex built on the site of the old brewery (btw, the 1100 square meter site was bought by the City for a sweet 37 million krónur back in 2000...good god how times have changed! That amount might buy you an average three bedroom apartment a tenth that size today) sits the Drekinn house built in 1905, a blue cement building from 1943, and this now-rundown structure. It seems its owners have requested permission to tear down at least six times since 2006, though it looks like the local building preservation society has had a hand in making sure that didn't happen, and there seems to have been a co-owner of the lot that also refused to agree on demolition. Ultimately, I'm sure it was the bank crash that set any grand real estate intentions on ear, seeing as the last specific mention I could find was an August 2008 photo report of abandoned houses in the midtown area by the Prevention Department of the Capital District Fire and Rescue Service, when there was still enough money floating around to bitch and squabble over who would get what share of the prosperity pie. Sigh.

The picture below is one I took last fall of some nice visitors who stopped to snap a classic shot of the Drekinn shop.

And here below? Just some nuns, and just for fun : )

*Some of the links in this post are in Icelandic...sorry I wasn't able to find anything in English with the same info, but now you've got more material to practice your language learning with! 

Saturday 28 April 2012

Burger lab


My burger experience rankings. Click on links to read more:
Sixth place: Chilli's Cheeseburger, KLCC/Midvalley




My cravings for a good, juicy beef burger is so strong right now that I started digging my fridge and eating whatever snacks that can curb my cravings for a burger!

Beef burgers at Chilli's was always my favourite because the huge portion served was always satisfying. But then, TF introduced me to Carl's Jr burger and I must admit, it was a better deal than Chilli's burgers. Then there was the German Deli burger at Ampang Jaya, which made me salivate looking at the pictures. But, the although the beef patties were huge, I didn't really enjoy the overpowering beef flavour it had. I'd like to believe that my distaste for strong smelling/tasting beef was because when I was much much younger, I was religiously told I was not allowed to eat beef. Hence, there was a time in standard 1 and 2 where I had to be that 'special' student to habitually inform the teacher that I can't eat beef during lunch breaks in school. Of course, its just my theory. I'm not 100% sure if that is tge reason. Standard 3 came and Hard Rock Cafe's beef burgers grew on me slowly. I started off only being able to swallow a quarter of the burger while my sister ate the rest of my burger wuth ease. Then, with many more visits to Hard Rock Cafe and Chilli's over the years, I finally manage to have a burger all to myself. Even now, if I were to be at a Western restaurant (eg: The Ship), and was given a choice between beef or lamb, my tastebuds will always choose lamb over beef. Its no wonder those Arabic lamb meals to me, are to die for.

Recently I tried this place called Burger Lab at Publika. They didn't have much choices on their menu. This was because they were not officially opened yet. It was by invitation only as they wanted people to try and give their opinions on the burger. The burgers were served at a shop called The Red Beanbag. I had their cheese beef burger which had really good beef patty. It came with french fries as I ordered the set meal and refillable soda. TF had mushroom burger(called ooey gooey) and he loved it much. For him to love a burger means it was really good as he is a beef food specialist. But, according to him, for the price paid for this burger, Carl's jr is still more worth it and satisfying.

Across from Burger Lab there was another burger place called Fat Boys. It looked good but I read a few blog reviews and some were not impressed by it. So, it sorts of delays my interest in trying that place.

My mum finally tried the much publicised Kaw Kaw burger. They now not only have a branche in Wangsa Maju, but they do have one at Taman Dagang. My mum went to the Taman Dagang one since it was opened by my ex-schoolmate. The wait was long, as expected. It costs rm8.50 for the burger. But, accordin to my mum, it was really good and worth it. Now that, I will try someday real soon!

Friday 27 April 2012

Mad King Ludwig

I like to bore people regularly with pictures of my study tours with young Americans around Europe.  It seems that King Ludwig II of Bavaria (or Mad King Ludwig as he's sometimes called) and his castles provoked some interest, so this blog is dedicated to him: a Queen amongst Kings.  Also the 125th anniversary of finding him face down in shallow water in Lake Starnberg was last summer, so he deserves a blog on that basis too.



Variously called "Mad, Swan or Fairy Tale King"
Ludwig II was born in the mid 1800s.  He came from a somewhat eccentric family: the Royal Wittelsbach dynasty of Bavaria, who ruled over the country without a break from 1180 to 1918.  During this time they frequently married their close blood relatives: Christmas must have been an absolute nightmare: what to put on the card - dear erm Mother/Aunty/Cousin etc.?  As I tell my groups, anyone who has been to West Virginia will be familiar with the effects of such habits: the family were just a tad eccentric after several centuries of it.  Ludwig's grandfather, Ludwig I, had caused a revolution by shacking up with an exotic dancer called Lola Montez (real name Eliza Gilbert of County Sligo in Ireland) whose party piece was a dance where she looked for a spider in her knickers. The elderly King apparently liked to lick her toes: the good conservative burghers of Munich were having none of that

Young Ludwig grew up very distant from his parents, although he did like his toe-licking Grandpa.  He apparently referred to his Prussian mother as my "predecessor's consort".  He was born in a time at the dawn of the modern era: railways were crossing the continent, iron clad warships were coming on the scene, Facebook and MySpace were still popular.  Ludwig instead spent his childhood days dreaming of a time of knights, courtly legends, castles and a long gone era.  He spent most of his youth in a castle in the Bavarian Alps riding and reading poetry with his young aide de camp, Paul von Thurn und Taxis.  Ahem, more of that later.

On the Throne and his Failed Engagement

Just after turning 18, the dashing Crown Prince Ludwig was thrust into kingship.  His father died suddenly and he ascended the throne in 1864.  His reign got off to a bit of a crap start when he backed Austria in a war against Prussia.  Everyone knows Austria always lost any war it *ever* got involved in; moreover you never pick a fight with a Prussian brandishing a currywurst and a pointed helmet.  Ludwig backed away from public affairs and instead lost himself in the music of Richard Wagner.  They were a perfect match: the schmaltzy, over the top romantic story lines of Wagner's operas were clangy music to the young king's ears.  The people of Munich disliked Wagner and Ludwig disliked them back in turn. He backed the composer and it is quite likely that without his generous patronage that many of his works would never have been written.

The Pumpkin Wedding Coach. Oh My.

Ludwig became engaged to his cousin (*surprise*) in 1867 at the age of 21.  He broke the engagement off nine months later claiming if "this is how much the wedding coach was, how much will the bride cost me?"  I think any reasonable person looking at the splendid golden pumpkin coach (his personal design) <might> guess that someone with these tastes wasn't that into marrying a young lady.  In a fit of pique, Ludwig personally supervised the smashing of all the Nymphenburg souvenir porcelain plates that had been produced for the occasion.  Ooooh, bitter.  From that point Ludwig hung round with a series of young men, apparently tormented in his conscience between his Roman Catholic faith and his liking of Glee.

Vain, beautiful Sisi: only pictures of her as a young woman exist
His only really close friendship was with his gorgeous other cousin, the stunning Empress Sisi of Austria.  She was the Princess Diana of her age: trapped in a loveless marriage, she suffered from an eating disorder, refused to be photographed after the age of 30 and ended up being stabbed on a boat on Lake Geneva by an Italian anarchist.  She has been merchandised to death and back by the tourism industry of Vienna in recent years.

Despite being all sniffy about the people of Munich, Ludwig was tremendously popular with the ordinary folk of Bavaria.  He would stop and talk to farm workers, stable hands and labourers (oh yes) and is still known as "Unser Kini" which I'm told means "Our dear King" in that odd throat disease called Bavarian German.  He also liked going to the theatre (mainly he insisted on private performances) and took a keen interest in the careers of the actors.  Here's one of them: a comely young Hungarian actor called Josef Kainz, the son of a railway worker. 

HAND ON ROYAL SHOULDER SCANDAL
A picture of the two on a private holiday together in Switzerland caused an absolute scandal because of 23 year old Josef's casual hand on the royal shoulder.  It was (no joke) effectively photoshopped out of a modified version.  The King had by this stage lost his youthful looks and clearly been at the Bier and the Pretzels.

The modified "decent" version of the photograph
As one of my followers so perfectly put it:


The Royal Castles

Of course the reason  Ludwig is so well known are his castles.  Linderhof was his first.  It cost 8.5 million Gold Marks, or roughly £42 million in Victorian money: bear in mind a house in suburban London cost around £300 at this time.  Let's say Linderhof is quite flamboyant.  It's the palace he lived in most: a perfect little bling Rococo gem surrounded by the Alps.  One of the most expensive features was an artificial Venus grotto he had built in the hillside, which was accessed by a giant fake rock that split open (as in Ali Baba and "Open Sesame").  Once inside the King could sit in his giant sea shell, feeding his pet swans and listening to Wagner's Operas from his private orchestras, who were conveniently hidden from view.

Linderhof Castle: the King's main real home
Another feature of the park was the Moorish pavilion where the King would dress up like the Sultan of Turkey and sit round on cushions wearing slippers and robes.  Linderhof feels like it belongs to Ludwig: less lonely, more homely and less artificial than his other creations.  His bedroom here had heavy black out curtains and a giant blue ball at the end of his bed.  He liked to sleep during the day and be comforted by the appearance of moon light.  The whole place occurs as utterly bat-shit crazy, but that's its whole charm.

Giant Sea Shell and Artifical Lake/ Grotto

Next came Neuschwanstein: the one on every bloody tourism poster ever put out by the German Tourist Board.  It's hugely famous: it was in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Walt Disney copied it for Sleeping Beauty's castle at Disneyland, Tchaikovsky was apparently inspired to write Swan Lake after a visit (the swan was the King's favourite animal and there are swans everywhere in the castle including a beak for his private wash basin).  The castle is Neo-Romanesque: he was inspired by the real thing of the Wartburg near Eisenach and had a copy of this 600 year old style built on on a hill, which was a massive engineering feat.  The plans were drawn up by a stage designer, not an architect.

It *really* does look exactly like this. Amazing.
The King's bedroom is worthy of note: his bed represents the cathedrals of Germany.  14 carpenters worked for 4 years on this piece of furniture alone.  Off the bedroom is another artifical grotto.  The whole place had central heating, running water and an early iPhone 1, which was connected to the Post Office in the nearby town of Füssen.  The castle was completed on the outside, but only part finished inside.  The interior feels dark, museum like and sad to me.  He spent 172 days here in total: a little under 6 months.

The King's Bedroom. Check out the Bed.
Last was Herrenchiemsee: a copy of the baroque palace of Versailles.  The King worshipped Louis XIV of France and the fact he was an absolute monarch, not constrained by constitutions and parliaments.  This place is actually weird: it is set on a stunning island in the middle of the Chiemsee lake (also called the Bavarian Ocean).  It is an actual copy of the central part of Versailles (there were plans for the side wings, but one partially erected one was torn down after the King's death) - except for example the breathtaking Hall of Mirrors is longer than the one at the original.

Herrenchiemsee: more impressive inside than Versailles
The strange thing that I think many visitors do not understand is that all of the formal rooms (exact copies of Versailles, down to the artwork) were never intended to be used.  The priceless King's formal bedroom with the massive sun above the bed was not meant to be slept in by anyone.  It was all just a homage: a shrine to a King of France who had lived 200 years before.  There were also private rooms: they included a "magic table" (as at Linderhof) where food could be set out on a table in the kitchen and the entire thing wound up through the ceiling to the dining room above, so the King would not have to be disturbed by servants during his meal.  The King spent just 10 days here in the autumn of 1885.

Herrenchiemsee Hall of Mirrors: for the King's Private Use
I should probably quickly just mention that there were plans for a 4th castle: Falkenstein (it was never built) and the King also had a fantastic Winter Garden or Conservatory shoved on the roof of the existing Residenz (Winter Palace) in Munich.  It was over 200 feet long, had a painted copy of the Himalayas, and Indian bamboo fishing hut, a Moorish pavilion and a huge artificial lake.  Unfortunately it leaked and almost took the ceiling down on the whole palace.  It was dismantled in 1897 and the whole palace was in any case levelled by carpet bombing by the RAF during WW2.

An Untimely End

The King paid for all of his fantastic projects from his own money.  His family was tremendously rich, and it is often pointed out what a Keynesian stimulus type effect his expenditure had: there was massive of work generated for years.  By the end of his life he was 14 million marks in debt, however, and was reduced to asking for loans from fellow monarchs.  His ministers feared Bavaria was becoming a laughing stock with its eccentric castle building "fairy tale" monarch.  He had also "sold out" Bavaria by agreeing in 1870 to its becoming part of the new German Empire under the rule of his uncle, William, the King of Prussia, and now Kaiser of the whole of unified Germany.

A plot was hatched.  Servants were interviewed and bribed for evidence of the King's alleged insanity.  His younger brother was seriously barking mad (possibly as a result of late stage Syphilis) and facts were scraped together.  The Imperial Chancellor Bismarck dismissed them as "tittle-tattle" and "rakings from the King's waste basket and cupboards" but a panel of 4 psychiatrists ruled the King as unfit to rule.  Not one of them actually examined him, and the basis of their findings is open to serious criticism.

A commission arrived at Neuschwanstein and in true Ludwig style it was driven away by an angry Baroness friend of his at the castle gates, with the suitably Teutonic use of her umbrella.  They tried again and on 12 June 1886 went into the King's bedroom, where they informed the 40 year old Ludwig that he was no longer King.  He was moved to another castle on Lake Starnberg, where he died a day later.

Lying In State in Munich
To this date no one knows what happened.  His body was found floating in shallow water (he was an excellent swimmer) along with his personal doctor - who had heavy wounds to his head and signs of strangulation.  There are at least 5 plausible theories running from suicide to murder.  His body was returned to the place he disliked the most: Munich, and there it lies to this day in the Michaelskirche (it's close to the big H&M in the main shopping street if you want to visit).

What A Legacy

POOR Ludwig.  I really genuinely feel sorry for him.  He was a tragic, mixed up, unhappy character.  He had a life of utter luxury, sure, but this was hardly unusual for a monarch of his time.  He spent a shed load of money, none of it from the State, and created work.  He left a legacy of 3 castles (they were opened in August 1886 to the public and have raked in gazillions in tourist revenue for Germany since then) and a still unsolved mystery.  He is still Bavaria's most popular monarch: a man who tried very hard to keep his country out of war and who was a friend to the ordinary man - if he was 25, dressed in Lederhosen and had nice arms, especially.  Ahem, who can blame him?

I first visited Neuschwanstein and Herrenchiemsee in 1981 with my parents.  I've since been back literally dozens of times with groups and enjoy each and every visit.  We call their builder Mad King Ludwig, yet we don't know if he was actually mad, or just theatrical and very eccentric.  He harmed no-one, yet we do not apply the label to Mad Hitler or Mad Stalin, both of whom undoubtedly deserve it far more.  Truly he was a Queen amongst Kings and for his utter fabulousness and heinous crimes against taste he deserves acknowledgement.  125 years dead: rest his big old Bavarian soul.