“Fischer’s a man with a mission. He will happily set himself up in parks, market squares and shopping centres. And people smile and join in; dozens, hundreds and sometimes even thousands of them, singing along with tunes we know as ‘Roll Out The Barrel’, or ‘I Love To Go A-Wandering’.” Trevor tells us all about German folk singing phenomenon Gotthilf Fischer…
As I made my way back up the stairs, I was surprised to hear giggling and chattering. It was then that I observed the painted boot prints on the plastic sheeting. I followed them, and was astonished to find that they continued up the wall at the top, and even onto the ceiling. It was as if small and playful elves had decided to join the campaign.” Trevor’s children decide to “help” with decorating the stairwell.
“I find decorating a mindless, boring and utterly unsatisfying chore and sought some musical accompaniment to steer me through. An album of Classic Country and Western seemed appropriate. With the CD wagons beginning to roll, I set to the task of covering myself in paint.” Trevor enlists the help of Tammy Wynette, Charley Rich, Johnny Cash and others to help with the DIY…
“She said I’d enjoy the flea market; the cut and thrust of micro-capitalism. And, as she made it known that beer would be available to each according to their need, it sounded like a pleasant enough way to spend a Saturday afternoon. I didn’t even mind hearing we’d be operating in accordance with a cash and carry basis, with her efforts concentrating more on the former.” Trevor and the family go to the flea market…
“The year 2000. The new millennium. I and my wife marked the occasion by doing what comes naturally to people of our age. I’m sure I needn’t go into all the details. As soon as June had arrived, we abandoned our shyness, went up to the spare bedroom in the attic and indulged ourselves for the first time ever. The future was now. We surfed into the internet.” Trevor opens the door to wealth beyond his wildest dreams… from emailers in Africa.
“We recently spent an afternoon at a parent’s and kid’s event, organized for our daughter’s school class. This naturally required a venue suitable for all ages, so we went to a pub and got sloshed. To be more accurate, we went to a large beer garden about ten miles out of town.” Trevor describes a convivial afternoon in a beer garden by the Ludwigskanal.