Tuesday, 27 October 2015


yours haselore kohl

Monday, 17 August 2015

deathride '69

whenever bun leaves germany she hops over to france, to the once great independent country of saarland to be more precisely. all the folk is pretty short in size cause of the hard toil down the mines. the miner's livestyle has always been so popular, that charcoal-grilling pork, beef and frog's legs on a special device the english meaning of the latter being referred to as "the three tossers" and it is considered the country's prime national heritage

so bun went to the tiny sleepy village of marpingen, that for years has been the center of a region known as one of the religious home county of france next to an even bigger papist conspiracy and has otherwise been known as the french equivalent to danish "Wacken Vestival"

well there is a holy water basin somewhere upon the hill and i've heard word of riots at that open air festival they are about to set up at will any other year. 
when that#s going on, then there is some sorta grand open air dubstep party with lots of freaked out folk and the next monday there has been feces and urine spilled everywhere on the village green

but - next to the many squats their are  down marpinge, they're even is a community trailer park that's open to the public

yours, haselore kohl

Wednesday, 15 July 2015

the A train


your life...

...a oneway ticket to hell...


yours, haselore

Sunday, 31 May 2015

Thursday, 30 April 2015



all it takes is just a beercase full of integrity and yes indeedy, heavy pun intended!

yours, haselore

Thursday, 30 October 2014

sid klebt


yours, haselore

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

university challenged


lately bun finally got herself a diploma

got a vision - some higher inhuman being was involved -

and instantly scored a job as a sales rep for some fritzen company

took the dosh, hopped off and took some "monsieur le serpent" on a binge

laters, yours haselore k.

Monday, 2 June 2014

under the boardwalk


Wednesday, 30 April 2014

polyester bride


bun inna reel hurry going bogside and who nows wotever happens next... ... only getting to sit bobside at the end of the day?

yours haselore

Friday, 28 February 2014

a different kind of tension

living with the fritzens is quite an effort not only these
days for such a well educated person as
Your Humble Editoresse (YHE) just happens to be!

...becoming any more like them isn't much of a choice as
this will mean many a political discussion about how they
started up those two wars, in the end lost both of them and
how deeply the fact that there ancestors either were nazis
or fascists affects their current lifes and how overall
important this issue's impact is on today's kraut-society

 while in between the blurbs they most probably will
advise you on how to correctly participate in there
- yet quite well managed (as bun has got to admit) -
national waste separation system this is so special,
that they even call it by a some philosophical term:
"Der Mülltrennung" (pronounce like in: "Der Führer")


they better not get told what normal folks like
us think is traditional british sportswomanship...

all yours, haselore k.

Friday, 31 January 2014

no ball games


paranoia#s setting in


claustrophobia begins

there#s only one way to release yourself
cause there ain't...
yours haselore kohl

Thursday, 14 November 2013

moped lads


...if you hit 'em they'll tell there dads!

yours, haselore

Thursday, 31 October 2013

wash away

 yours, haselore

Monday, 30 September 2013








yours. haselore

Monday, 5 August 2013

too little too late


onna 21st of july bun was told by sister moon
that there was Orange Goblin supposed to play

the cafe glocksee on the very same evening
- but once your humble editoress had hopped their

she was made aware her fellow countrymen had just finished with there set

so that bun could only get a
glimpse at parts of the group

relaxing in there comfy backstage seats

waiting for some stagehand stuffing
the gear back into the van

yours, haselore

Thursday, 18 July 2013

Monday, 3 June 2013

chemical warfare












yours, haselore