„Kein Geld Kein Glück Kein Sprit“

"No money no luck no fuel"
The Heinz Strunk Show
Others take a break, I keep going!
Superhuman performance? Magic? Heinz Strunk follows up. Again. Log after log after log
The Hamburg literature and humor gladiator piles up a show Easter fire until it threatens to go up in flames itself,
until it threatens to go up in flames itself; a firecracker filled to the brim with black powder, which hardcore fans have
both sides at the same time. Burn, Heinzer, Burn!
After the series blockbuster Last Exit Schinkenstraße (Prime Video) and the high-end novel
Zauberberg 2, the great writer now throws a triple whammy: the short story collection Kein Geld
kein Glück kein Sprit (from zero to 3 in the SPIEGEL bestseller list), flanked by the all-ages picture book
Graf Fauchi und das verschwundene Gebiss and the life-help calendar Maximize your life. In addition
he carries a whole arsenal of instruments (bells, flute, accordion) and performs his greatest hits unplugged.
his greatest hits unplugged. The premium comedian also sprinkles a pinch of smiles on his
enchanted audience every now and then, because, as Strunk says: "Whenever you laugh, somewhere you die.
"Whenever you laugh, a problem dies somewhere."
Concerned fans ask why the man in his 60s doesn't take some time out, a sabbatical year, or at least a sabbatical quarter.
or at least a sabbatical quarter. "Three months of just drooling, that's not for me," says the indignant
trained woodwind player, and adds: "Besides, the harvest has to come off the stalk. Otherwise it rots
otherwise it rots".
So it's ALL IN again for "Heinzchenklein".
His trademark: Straight talk!
His motto: Unbarockbar!
His call to the sympathizers: Don't miss out on your life, line my path!
Where his contemporaries are dawning towards retirement, the living legend (perhaps for the
(perhaps for the last time?!?) comes shooting out of the turbo lag at warp speed. Heinz Strunk, with
Heinz Strunk, his head bright red and his voice cracking, wildly associating: "What am I supposed to do in early retirement?
It's as dead as the air between my ass and my underpants. Oiling your hump more than three times a day
three times a day makes no sense. After all, I still feel like I'm 13, but with an additional 50
years of life experience. So I'll keep going until I fall off the pole, check something. I'd rather be
tired than broke!"
We get it, master!