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Monday, August 17, 2026

SCHTONK!

 

 

SCHTONK! is a meaningless expletive uttered by Charlie Chaplin in his 1940 satirical film "The Great Dictator", and used as title for a movie of events that took place in 1983, when Germany’s Stern magazine published, with great fanfare, 60 volumes of the alleged diaries of Adolf Hitler – which two weeks later turned out to be entirely fake.

 

Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11   Part 12

 

It's required viewing for everyone who thinks Germans don't have a sense of humour (some do), can't make fun of themselves (most can't), and have problems with their NAZI past (they all still have). This hilarious film tackles all three clichés by retelling the true story of the man who faked Hitler's diaries and sold them to the Stern magazine.

It's even worth the enormous trouble of learning the German language - although I am sure there's a copy somewhere with English subtitles.

SCHTONK! is a German classic, as unforgettable as "Das Boot" (The Boat), "Die Brücke" (The Bridge), "Im Westen nichts Neues" (All Quiet on the Western Front), and "So weit die Füße tragen" (As Far as My Feet Will Carry Me). Also "Das Leben der Anderen" (The Lives of Others).

 


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Sunday, August 16, 2026

For Who The Bell Tolls

 

You find the missing 'm' in Chapter 3

 

Last week was International Apostrophe Day which reminded me of my membership with the Apostrophe Protection Society and its founder, David Marsh, at the time copy editor of the Guardian newspaper.

His article "Capital letters out, swearwords in: one journalist's legacy" made me clamour to find some more. And find some more I did: here and here and here and here. It made me think, "There must be a book in there somewhere!" - and then I found it: "For Who The Bell Tolls". What a delightful book to read by the fireside on a rained-out day like today!

Of course, I could read the online copy, but I am a book addict and also an addicted grammarian who needs to possess the book, to hold it in his hands, to smell the paper, to turn the pages ... And so, even though I already have a wall full of books on linguistics, grammar, etymology, the printing of books - in short, anything to do with words - I lashed out another $11.98 to buy an as-good-as-new hardcover copy on ebay.

 

 

It will be posted from West Sussex in the United Kingdom, with an expected delivery between Thu, 27 August and Tue, 8 September. As they say, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them.

 


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Saturday, August 15, 2026

Happy International Apostrophe Day

 

 

Today, 15 August, is International Apostrophe Day – a day on which everyone is invited to spare a thought for one of the smallest, hardest-working and most frequently misunderstood punctuation marks in the English language.

2026 also marks the 25th anniversary of the Apostrophe Protection Society, of which I am a proud member. The APS was founded in 2001 by the late journalist and sub-editor John Richards, who had become increasingly concerned about the misuse, and sometimes complete disappearance, of the apostrophe. What began as one man's campaign soon attracted interest and support from around the world.

Of course, we couldn't celebrate International Apostrophe Day without mentioning the most popular part of APS's website: the Rogues' Gallery.

 


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P.S. There also ought to be an Oxford Comma Appreciation Society but, unfortunately, it hasn't got any further than selling overpriced t-shirts - click here. Mind you, that's a lot less than the thirteen million dollars a missing Oxford comma cost an American dairy company - click here. For other grammatical hurdles, I keep this fine range of corrective crockery:

(Unfortunately, there are all left-handed mugs and I'm right-handed.)

 

"What can I getcha, Hun?"

 

Graduation certificate at the end of my articled years, still in my 'umlaut'-ted name

 

Coming to Australia cost me only fifty quid. Becoming an Australian cost me an 'n' and an umlaut, from Görmann to Goerman. Having added an 'e' behind the 'o' preserved the 'ö'-umlaut (changed sound), at least to a German speaker.

A friend suggested that it would've been better had I turned myself into an English 'Gorman', maybe even into an Irish 'O'Gorman', but that would've turned me into an Irish joke with a thick German accent.

More than sixty years later, the thickness that once was in my accent has moved down to my waist, but occasionally I still speak the old mother tongue, which then makes me reflect on the evolution of the German umlaut, which is an interesting story in its own right.

 

German handwriting in lower and upper case 'Fraktur'

 

The two dots over German vowels (ä, ö, ü) didn't start as dots. They are the typographic ghosts of a tiny letter left behind by medieval scribes. To understand it, one must also understand German 'Fraktur', a type of German handwriting which was still the official script during the Third Reich, which my parents used, and which I was still taught at school.

 

"Gesunde Eltern, gesunde Kinder" (Healthy parents, healthy children)
This Third Reich poster promotes the "Law for the Prevention of Hereditarily Diseased Offspring" of July 14, 1933, by presenting an idealised, radiant, and healthy German family with four children. The law stipulated that individuals with hereditary diseases could be sterilised, even against their will; the text of the law explicitly permitted the use of "direct coercion" to this end. The only offspring desired were those considered "healthy" and of "pure stock" according to National Socialist ideology.

 

Before umlauts existed, ancient Germanic languages used a suffix containing an "i" or a "j" to make words plural or change a verb's tense. For example, the Old High German word for guest was Gast, and its plural was Gasti.

Saying "Gasti" requires your mouth to start open in the back for the "a," then snap to the front for the "i." Speakers naturally started anticipating the front vowel while still saying the back vowel. This phonetic shortcut pulled the "a" forward in the mouth, creating an intermediate "ä" sound. Gasti began sounding like gästi. Linguists call this process i-mutation, or i-umlaut.

Over hundreds of years, unstressed word endings weakened into a neutral "e" or disappeared entirely. Gästi became the modern German Gäste. With the ending altered, the vowel change was left doing all the grammatical lifting. The mutated vowel was no longer just a lazy pronunciation habit; it was the only thing distinguishing singular from plural (Maus vs. Mäuse, Apfel vs. Äpfel).

When writing down Middle High German, those early scribes needed a way to show that a vowel had been mutated. They started by adding an "e" after the affected vowel (ae, oe, ue). To save space on expensive parchment, they eventually began writing a microscopic "e" (in 'Fraktur', of course) directly above the a, o, and u (see centre of example below).

 

schoen - schoͤn - schön (the German word for 'nice')
This is a 'schönes' example of the typographic evolution of the umlaut from a small, superscript 'e' to the modern two dots.

 

In medieval German handwriting scripts like Fraktur, the lowercase "e" consisted of two short vertical strokes. As handwriting sped up and typefaces modernised, those two little vertical slashes eroded into two simple dots.

Because the dots are technically a superimposed "e," German crosswords and official documents still treat ä, ö, and ü as "ae," "oe," and "ue." If a German keyboard isn't available, typing the "e" next to the vowel remains the officially accepted substitute — reverting the spelling back to exactly how scribes wrote it a thousand years ago. So perhaps I didn't anglicise my name after all; I simply went back a thousand years.

 

 

But perhaps I shouldn't have bothered at all, because every time I walk into a restaurant these days, I am still recognised for who I really am!

 


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P.S. I have sent this blog to friends in Germany who are now too busy learning Arabic to bother about the evolution of their own language. As has been so often attributed to Muammar Gaddafi, "We don't need bullets, we just outbreed them"; mistakenly so, because it's actually a misattribution of a famous quote by former Algerian President Houari Boumediene, who stated at the UN in 1974 that victory would come from "the wombs of our women". There is an urban myth that one Muslim family in Germany has so many children that it has its own school bus. Maybe it's the same bus that stopped so its driver could carry out his Islamic prayers - click here. Well, at least HE is working!

 

Friday, August 7, 2026

I was the Dennis Denuto of the computing world

 

 

Watching this part of "The Castle", I was reminded of my own foray into self-employment when I ran Canberra Computer Accounting Systems from what was at first one and then two spare bedrooms in my house.

Dennis Denuto might be Australia's most famous legal figure, but a certain Queensland solicitor argued that being compared to the famed suburban solicitor from the 1997 film implied he was unprofessional, foolish and incompetent, and launched a $250,000 defamation case, only for the courts to dismiss the vibe of his argument.

I would have been proud to be called the Dennis Denuto of the computing world, as I, too, was a one-man band who cleaned his own photocopier - with the language often being the same - and was in every other aspect a jack-of-all-trades, as well as the master of a diverse range of computer accounting software (as well as writing my own) and computer hardware. Being a one-stop shop was my major selling point.

 

 

I even was a certified installer of NOVELL and LANTASTIC networking software. To this day I wonder why I didn't get myself certified full-stop, because, determined as I was to remain a one-man-band, I never achieved the economies of scale to fully utilise all that knowledge.

However, the constant challenge and variety of work kept me in one place for a record fifteen years. I don't think I would've lasted fifteen months in a 9-to-5 job. And the earnings, although unpredictable, always averaged out to a good salary, and without having to brown-nose an unappreciative boss.

 

 

When you're young, you have dreams; when you're old, you have memories. Although I never bought myself a new photocopier and was never seen on television, I can honestly say, "Thanks for the memories, Canberra Computer Accounting Systems !

 


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