Since this is the 100th post on Polandian I’ve come over all nostalgic and misty-eyed. What fun we’ve had, what thrills, what spills, what belly laughs and what tear-jerking moments! This is the blog equivalent of those episodes on sitcoms when the characters sit around and recall all the side-splitting things that have happened to them. You’ll have to imagine the harp music and the wobbly cross fades for yourself…
In the Beginning…
Way back, long ago, when we were just young Polandians starting out in the blogosphere we put these gems before the eyes of our highly discerning, intelligent, and remarkably good-looking readers.
Island1 wondered about strange letters chalked on his door in:
Every year, just after Christmas, it’s traditional for the local parish priest to visit all the households in the neighborhood and touch them for cash. There’s probably some praying and blessing that goes on too.
Pawel shocked and dismayed the nation (possibly) in:
Polish society is not at ease with homosexuality. And it is not surprising that many gay people try to keep their orientation a secret. This includes celebrities.
Scatts provided an indispensable guide to tourists with short attention spans in:
Anyone considering coming to Poland for the first time, or first time as a tourist perhaps, might appreciate this very broad-brush overview of the options.
Darth burst on the scene in his inimitable style by twinning British cities with their Polish equivalents according to a logic that’s all his own in:
Trip-hop, the sound city. Read: Myslowice. Hear: Myslowitz (youtube).
Flow with Avon, flow with Przemsza.
And Datblog commiserated with those trying to learn English in:
My deepest sympathies go out to any foreigner who’s ambition in life is to be truly fluent in English.
Questions and insinuations…
My, how we laughed! But we were just beginning. In the action packed weeks and months to come we asked searching questions…
Make Poles angry. It’s cheaper. Quicker. Better. Healthier. Sexier.
…this significant change in the value of the zloty and the fact that it keeps getting stronger has some interesting effects at a personal level.
…the sisters ain’t doing it for themselves in the land of the red and white flag.
Made alarming suggestions and insinuations…
…insights into eating habits and all sorts of accidental background things
Where there’s a gun, there’s a way.
We busted myths about Poland:
Myth #1: Polish people are rude
Myth #19: Polish people can drive
Myth #21: Polish girls are gorgeous
Myth #34: Polish people eat swans
Myth #7: Polish people drink a lot
Myth #17: Poland is poor
Myth #46: Poland is in Eastern Europe
Myth #24: Poland is a cold and grim place
Anger and ranting…
Got some anger off our chests:
“Piss off, I don’t care if you understand this film or not”
POLISH IMMIGRANT VICTORY: When non-Poles score for Poland, they’re Polish.
The Battle of Warsaw (1920) was a victory – but that’s why it’s called a miracle.
Made startlingly acute observations about life in Poland:
…the odd sight of men taking shower wearing underwear, doing all sorts of acrobatics with towel to hide their business.
…leaving without telling anyone you’re going, without saying goodbye, thank you or anything at all that polite company might expect.
The other problem is when I do write it down I take one look at what is written and step back in horror.
WARNING – this article is not suitable for vegetarians, vegans, vulcans or sith.
And generally had a damn good laugh:
1. The Czech language
Clean jewelry. Soak the jewelry in vodka for five minutes, then rinse, and dry.
Or suck it.
Polish drivers operating in this area!
About 90 percent of all women in Poland are named Magda, Ola, Anna, Dorota, or Kasia. That’s it.
“Fifth floor balcony, comfortable railings for leaning on, plenty of things to stare at.”
Stay tuned folks! Coming up in the new series: Darth finally loses it completely and confesses his extraterrestrial origins! Pawel meets his evil long lost twin brother… or does he?! Dat comes clean about his days as a professional gigolo in the back streets of Manilla! Scatts renounces his worldly goods and joins a nunnery! And Island1 exclusively reveals what really happened between him and the Kaczyński twins in that Zakopane guest house!
All this and special guest stars too!
SPECIAL BONUS FEATURE!!
Where would we be without our fine and exceptionally attractive readers? Nowhere, that’s where…
Here’s a selection of some of the weird, wonderful, winsome and… um interesting things said in comments on Poladian:
Oh my god, you killed me! I’m SOOO totally on the floor laughing my lungs out :D
Originally, the post was supposed to be about torturing habits…
The problem with “wooden mushrooms” is something a native could tackle…
Brad, as far as I know you cannot put up a tent anywhere outside the designated areas.
I noticed that the words ‘faith’ and ‘Tusk’ often go together.
‘See Zakopane and die’ that’s it, I’m definitely not going.
Coż za heroizm, by spędzić tych kilka wolnych chwil w tym jakże uroczym miejscu!
Wieliczka is great if you are 70+ yo.
For me, however, I’ve seen it for so long and in so many places, that I hardly notice it any more.
“Poland – Not as stupid as you think it is!” :D :D
“SMS numer 7324, 1 if you like Agata, 2 if you like Kasia…”
Poland is like a teenager in puberty
‘Creative Tension’ sounds suspiciously like a euphemism for ‘unable to distinguish arse from elbow.’
Full frontal of Cammy, lens cracked, buy decent camera to replace it!
I am not an expert on ballistics but…
Guest: We love you! …but we’re a little bit spooked by your apparent omnipotence :)
Poland is dog country, specifically the kind of dog country with dog crap everywhere…
I hate to suggest you might be a North American, but there are three ‘*’s in ‘a***’
…your neighbours poison the cats (”which carry fleas and disease”), or, alternatively, report you to the police and straz miejska; the authorities come, fine you for the supposed mess, catch the cats and take them away.
…you are encouraged to breathe in deeply and admire the unshaved armpits of your fellow passsengers.
Happy Jack (ho ho), welcome fellow Zoliborz resident!
2, 4 and 11! Especially 11!
GO WHERE PEOPLE SLEEP on the pavement and see if they are just pissed or actually dead.
Dear Michael A. Shoemaker,
…a man who fell in love with a painting, a pair of Cheap Bastards who were literally cheap (they also offered a subscription), a person who couldn’t live without tomatoes…
…it’s obvious that the post as a whole should not be taken too seriously.
You didn’t include my favourite: “Beware of the paedophile!”…
For reasons I don’t fully understand, Kabaret survived communism and evolved past crypto political humor.
God bless & keep you all. Shalom shalom
I read Mr Happy Farmer’s blog and I’m afraid his shoulder-chip is twice the size of my under-telly
we have no tradition of feminism, as our women were engaged in such more “important” matters as, let’s say, conspiracy…
Rudeness is an art form here. Learn to appreciate the sheer majesty of some people’s mastery of the genre
Ah. So he did withdraw. Interesting.
Contrary to what you wrote, I’ve yet to meet anyone who believes that Poles eat swans.
You need to do one or other of these; 1/ Stop taking the pills 2/ Start taking the pills :)
I will not cover my eyes – no way!
I’m sure I remember some topless ladies on posters…
My days of pushing tin are over, my nerve has gone.
Never attribute to industry that which can be explained by weather.
Oh my! It’s so absorbing.
I got Frankfurt and Stuttgart confused and Vilnius killed me because of the weird thing they do with the map
It depends what you mean by “naked”.
i’m surprised she’d use 40% vodka and not 98% spirytus rektyfikowany
I’ll go back to meditating upon the subject when the English start calling their private parts “public parts”.
Could it be tinky-winky syndrome?
They are not known as Political Whores for nothing.
…this post is so wrong I couldn’t stop laughing:))
…good to know there is a use for that old Polish Vodka I have laying around since 2002.
All I’ve got to say has basically been said.
I could go on forever, almost…