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Suddenly, there was the news. A 26 year old French football player, dead in his sleep.

Just like that.

Played a magnificent match on Sunday, beat my club, and the next morning he's gone.

Just like that.

Unbelievable.

My thoughts go out to his wife, and his little boy of 2 years old.

Life can be cruel. It makes you wonder. Life makes you stop more often and look around you, otherwise you'd might miss it.

What else can I say?

So many thanks to:

...Esther, Guillaume, Sara, Christine, Chris, Memo, Jochem, Laura, Menno, Andrew, Peter, Dani, Nic, Asta, Yotvat, Judith, Manu, Carina, Jakob, Inmaculada, Beatriz, Roberta, Mariem, Carlos The Gipsy King, Elena, Marcelita, Amelie Poulain, Mia, Shari, Markus, Amy, Nerea, Alvarito, Aurelie and everyone I forgot...

Thanks for all your wishes yesterday (well, just a few hours ago)!! I appreciated them all so much!!

And the present of Michele and the girls was muuuuuch worse than Michael and Jochems' one. It was actually quite fun, and quite nice (and then I saw their post... eehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhm)).

Anyway, sleep well, and thanks again. You all brought a big big smile to my face today. It felt really good! Thanks!

Last but not least: thanks to all that came to be there tonight!!!!! Thanks for a great evening!!

Am going to sleep now, it's been a long evening, and a lot of fun.

P.S. I am going to change the password to my blog and NEVER ask Jochem to help me again with it :)
With such friends you don't need enemies!!! ;)

Congrats!

When this is published Peter is already on his way to Bombay – the restaurant we will celebrate his birthday. One of the presents he can expect from us is copy of “The Never Ending Story – 67 pages with reasons why the real one is not finished” (AKA his thesis). But for you, you can download it here!

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Be quick, we do not guarantee that he leaves this post here once he discovers it.

Kind regards,

M&J

And thus is happened...

Yes, yes... so it happened. I am 30. As of today my midlife crisis has started, and you are all allowed to laugh at me. (Just today though ;) )

Am of course reminiscing of my birthdays past, as you do when you reach 'a certain age', and think, as always of my 5th birthday, one I remember in flashes, as my Dutch grandfather sat behind me, in his grey suit, and fiddling with his grey Stetson hat, smilingly watching me unpack his present (a Playmobil horse carriage). He was very ill then already of that dreaded disease cancer, and if my memory serves me right it was the last time I saw him. He died two months later.

Then the Denmark memories. Mostly happy, and some vague (depeding on the time of the night). The first one, with the first group of people I lived with here, was easy and quiet, but I won't forget it as it will always remind me of these first foreign faces that became my friends. Am not in contact with too many of them anymore, but Trish in Ottawa still sends me lovely baby pictures and stories, Luc will get married in summer I hear (have to be there!), Roberto lives together with his Irene now in Madrid, and Esther was even here to visit me in March! So many years on, and we're still gossiping about stuff from back then, filling the gaps in each others knowledge :).

Then the next one, my 25th. Well, close, but not a total disaster, as we went ice skating in the afternoon on the rink on Kongens Nytorv, but the dinner was a bit odd, due to some unfortunate events in the weekend preceding it (oof, that was nicely put). I still use two of the gifts I got there regularly though: the Oxford Spanish -English dictionary and the U2 cd of 'All you can't leave behind'

2001,the next one. David, Scotty, Ben, Selwyn, Erick, Jenn, Neri, Lucie, and all the others decided we should have a good party, so we organised a buffet on our floor, got a crap load of alcohol, and we just partied on. Unfortunately the girl I was dating at the time thought it was a good idea to break up with me in the beginning of the evening (still: thanks for that btw!!), so... I got so drunk I hardly remembered. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeird evening. Had some 'hilarious' presents though, like an inflatable sheep. We had fun, actually, it was one of the best birthdays I had here. Great people around me there, all of them too far away now... well, that goes for most of them...

2002. my 27th. Turning 27 on the 27th. Big party, as we still had a lot of drinks (små grå) left from the Halloween party, we just invited everyone. (The Spanish of course arriving at 2-3 am or something).
The few Danes that came I told it wasn't going to be a Danish party, pointing at the fact that I had taken away all the chairs. The thing is... we/they have the tendency to sit down with the ones we know, drink (a lot), and talk alllll night, perhaps being persuaded to dance to some cheesy 80s music in the end.
So, looooong party... if I remember ;) Apparently I was dancing with the scarf of Osasuna around my head that I had received earlier as a present.

2003. Went out for dinner with Guillaume and Sara to the cafe I was working in at that time, and we had a big party later that weekend. And of course thanks to the presence of some Dutch guys the presents were... well, how I should I put it, cheesy, for the lack of a better word now. Terrible deodorant, anti-hangover shampoo, those kind of things. It ended quite funny btw... but I won't write about that here (maybe Japie wants to elaborate on it).

Then last year... have to think... ahh yes! A great dinner in Emdrup, and many funny things happening, and not just to me. No, for the sake of the privacy and upkeeping of the decency of those present I won't elaborate here either. Just two things: it was a party from 6 to 6, and - maybe more important - I have no pictures of the night!

Strange thought though, just had a great phone call from Guillaume & Sara down from the Côte D'Azur, wishing me happy birthday, and I realised I really miss them here to celebrate with me.
We're all going out tonight for dinner, with 18 people in total actually. A great bunch, but I wish there were some others there as well. I guess it's the other, more bitter, side of knowing so many great people from all over the world.

I won't end on a sad note though, because tonight will be a great evening (albeit a lot more 'mature' than the previous ones) and a lot of fun. A blend of Danish, Dutch, Italian, French, Spanish, Greek, Mexican and Colombian, and me :) And Indian food!

Oh, and Jochem & Michael, knowing you, if the present tonight is as ridiculous as I think it will be... "I will hunt you down, and kick your ass".

I will go back to my bed now, and relax a bit, as my ancles and knees are killing me after the work of the last two days (helped someone move too yesterday). Think I will watch the episode of 'Friends' - The One Where They All Turn Thirty.

Rachel: "Can I keep the presents and still be twenty-nine?"

Joey: "Why, God, why? We had a deal! Let the others grow old, not me."

Ross: "Hey, 30 is not that old! Do you know how old the Earth is?"
Rachel: "Late thirties?"

The one you love to hate, or you hate to love...

Yup, heard it again tonight. It's still in my head.

Went with some friends to this latin club (Club Mambo), for some free salsa lessons (while running into too many people I know), and while it's been forever since I danced anything like that, the night went well. We had fun. Just plain fun.

And, best of all, I danced to Carlos Vives (La Gota Fria) and Juanes (Camisa Negra) with someone who has it in the blood, as everyone from the warm South American countries. Just had a smile on my face! I had forgotten how much I love to dance, as hard as it is to that music.

And then it came, the song I love to hate, or hate to love...

His voice is so much rawer than usual (most of his usual stuff is tooooo sappy), so more intense, and the rhythm is so funky, and just too dancable... Damn, it's too good! (guys, watch the video btw)

La Tortura (Shakira con Alejandro Sanz)

[Alejandro Sanz:]
Ay payita mía
Guárdate la poesía
Guárdate la alegría pa´ti

[Shakira:]
No pido que todos los días sean de sol
No pido que todos los viernes sean de fiesta
Tampoco te pido que vuelvas rogando perdón
Si lloras con los ojos secos
Y hablando de ella

[Shakira:]
Ay amor me duele tanto

[Alejandro Sanz:]
Me duele tanto

[Shakira:]
Que te fueras sin decir a donde
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte

[Alejandro Sanz:]
Yo sé que no he sido un santo
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor

[Shakira:]
No sólo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.

[Alejandro Sanz:]
Sólo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón

[Shakira:]
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós

No puedo pedir que el invierno perdone a un rosal
No puedo pedir a los olmos que entreguen peras
No puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal
Y andar arrojando a los cerdos miles de perlas

[Alejandro Sanz:]
Ay amor me duele tanto
Me duele tanto
Que no creas más en mis promesas

[Shakira:]
Ay amor

[Alejandro Sanz:]
Es una tortura

[Shakira:]
Perderte

[Alejandro Sanz:]
Yo sé que no he sido un santo
Pero lo puedo arreglar, amor

[Shakira:]
No sólo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.

[Alejandro Sanz:]
Sólo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón

[Shakira:]
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós

[Alejandro Sanz:]
No te bajes, no te bajes
Oye negrita mira, no te rajes
De lunes a viernes tienes mi amor
Déjame el sábado a mi que es mejor
Oye mi negra no me castigues más
Porque allá afuera sin ti no tengo paz
Yo solo soy un hombre muy arrepentido
Soy como el ave que vuelve a su nido

Yo sé que no he sido un santo
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor

[Shakira:]
No sólo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.

[Alejandro Sanz:]
Sólo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón

[Shakira:]
Ay ay ay, ay ay ay,
Ay, todo lo que he hecho por ti
Fue una tortura perderte
Me duele tanto que sea asi
Sigue llorando perdón
Yo... yo no voy
A llorar por ti..."

Just futile words...

Temple Of The Dog - Say Hello To Heaven

"Please, mother mercy
Take me from this place
And the long winded curses
I keep hearing in my head
Words never listen
And teachers never learn
Now I’m warm from the candle
But I feel too cold to burn
He came from an island
And he died from the street
He hurt so bad like a soul breaking
But he never said nothing to me
So say hello to heaven

New like a baby
Lost like a prayer
The sky was your playground
But the cold ground was your bed
Poor stargazer
She’s got no tears in her eyes
Smooth like whisper
She knows that love heals all wounds with time
Now it seems like too much love
Is never enough, you better seek out
Another road ’cause this one has
Ended abrupt, say hello to heaven

I never wanted
To write these words down for you
With the pages of phrases
Of things we’ll never do
So I blow out the candle, and
I put you to bed
Since you can’t say to me
Now how the dogs broke your bone
There’s just one thing left to be said
Say hello to heaven"

40 million and counting...

BBC NEWS | Health | Number with HIV 'at highest yet'

Oooff... sometimes a news notice can just hit you right between the eyes.

Read it, and think, and act. And I can't even dare to think of all these other diseases waiting for us... *deep deep sigh*

"What is needed is the political will to end this global health injustice and a determination to roll out what works rather than be tempted by dogma or prejudice."

Nice, very nice!

So, after attending to and soothing that slight buzzing in my head and that light pressure behind the eyes and at the temples, also called a hangover, I think I am in the position and at liberty to tell the tale of a lovely, warm, and 'hyggelig' dinner. Almost Danish, as there were only 2 half-Danes present, and the owner of the flat, also only half-Danish arrived later.

Had been invited earlier in the week, but as I assumed I had to work Saturday evening, I declined, even at the prospect of some great food.
Anyway, after a long day of walking through a wintery Copenhagen - ice cold and sunny, doing my personal 'guided tour', I hadn't received a call yet, so I called up the dinner organisation and asked whether I could still join.
Fortunately, yes :) A result of the admirable and warm attitude of: there is always room for one more (a saying that many deeply Christian families tend to use for other purposes).

So, a French dinner, in the 'sub-urb' (what should I call it??) of Copenhagen, Frederiksberg, with the attendance of French, Dutch, Italian, Rumanian, half Danes, half Japanese, half something, and more halves, and last but not least, Colombian.
Ratatouille, lemon marinated tuna steaks, salmon, rice, salads, bruschetta made by the ever present Italian cook Michele and a very nice chocolate desert. (Think it is my turn to cook next time...)

There was plenty of wine (guess who brought the Spanish one), and the conversations went very well, both with many thanks to the wine, and for sure thanks to our nomad international attitude, and each of us was actually doing a Masters' degree I realised. And something that really surprised me, and made me smile: nobody of the 12-13 presents smoked. The one that did, had to do so in the kitchen, with the window open to a ice cold Danish winter night.

Every language flew over the table, and we could conclude once again that Dutch is NOT a romantic language (Neither Danish, and the only one slightly capable of anything romantic in German was Goethe).
Well,why do you think I am learning Spanish anyway.

Tip for future dinners: if you don't want to have a barrage of corny, funny, annoying, dry and definitely not romantic remarks at your dinner table, don't invite 3 Dutch guys.
I had food coming out of my nose because I was laughing so hard...
Yup... one of the few things I quite miss of Holland is that dry and sometimes very confronting humor. Never meant to harm as such, but so direct, even Danes (who claim they are a direct acting people) cannot keep up :).

Well, let's call it a prelude and a warm-up to my birthday dinner this coming Sunday. I have the slight suspicion I am going to get some funny remarks, and especially: 'funny' presents.

My 30th... wooohooooooooooooooooo...

So, as you can understand, yesterday was a quiet day, even with the visit of my Danish aunt and uncle, whom I will not waste too much time on here, and reminisce a little bit, as it would have been my Danish grandfathers' birthday yesterday.
It's funny, I have my birthday exactly one week after my Danish grandfather, and my cousin has hers exactly one week after our Danish grandmother.
Probably the only thing we have in common, but ok...

So, 6 days to go, and I still need to find a restaurant that is open on a Sunday here, and has place for 16-17 people AND is not too expensive. We are mostly a bunch of poor students anyway :)

Any suggestions are welcome!! (No, not RizRaz, Los Arcos I was at for my 25th, and the rest is closed...)

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em...

Brrrrr... shivers down my spine. Was just watching some reports on Australia and Trinidad & Tobago making it to the World Cup finals next summer (Both cpuntries drunk for the next few days).
Both have Dutch coaches, which makes a total of 4. Quite well done I think for such a small country.
Can only say I can't wait until it starts. All the contestants are known now... it will be a looooong summer!!

Aaaaaaanyway... just as I posted yesterday, crazy Ravi sent me the following. I decided I couldn't keep this away from you :)

Read and learn ;)

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Life, as we all know, is not all that complicated and can be easily reduced to a point system. For example: For thousands of years, men have tried to understand the rules when dealing with women. Finally, this merit/demerit guide will help you to understand just how it works.


Remember, in the world of romance, one single rule applies: Make the woman happy.

Do something she likes, and you get points. Do something she dislikes and points are deducted. You don't get any points for doing something she expects. Sorry, that's the way the game is played. Here is the official guide to the points system:


SIMPLE DUTIES

- You make the bed.....+1

- You make the bed, but forget to add the decorative pillows.....0

- You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets.....-1

- You leave the toilet seat up.....-5

- You replace the toilet paper roll when it is empty......0

- When the toilet paper roll is barren, you resort to Kleenex.....-1

- When the Kleenex runs out you use the next bathroom.....-2

- You go out to buy her extra-light panty liners with wings......+5

- In the snow .....+8

- But return with beer.....-5

- And no liners.....-25

- You check out a suspicious noise at night.....0

- You check out a suspicious noise and it is nothing.....0

- You check out a suspicious noise and it is something.....+5

- You pummel it with a six iron.....+10

- The suspicious sound was her cat muffykins.....-40

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AT THE PARTY

- You stay by her side the entire party.....0

- You stay by her side for a while, then leave to chat with a College drinking buddy.....-2

- Named Tiffany.....-4

- Tiffany is a dancer.....-10

- With breast implants.....-18

.

HER BIRTHDAY

- You remember her birthday.....0

- You buy a card and flowers.....0

- You take her out to dinner.....0

- You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar.....+1

- Okay, it is a sports bar.....-2

- And! it's all-you-can-eat night.....-3

- It's a sports bar! , its all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted the colors of your favorite team.....-10

.

A NIGHT OUT WITH THE BOYS

- Go with a pal.....0

- The pal is happily married.....+1

- The pal is single.....-7

- He drives a Ferrari.....-10

- With a personalized license plate (GR8NBED).....-15

.

A NIGHT OUT WITH HER

- You take her to a movie.....+2

- You take her to a movie she likes.....+4

- You take her to a movie you hate.....+6

- You take her to a movie you like.....-2

- It's called Death Cop III.....-3

- Which features Cyborgs that eat humans.....-9

- You lied to her and said it was a foreign film about orphans.....-15



YOUR PHYSIQUE

- You develop a noticeable pot belly.....-15

- You develop a noticeable pot belly & exercise to get rid of it.....+10

- You develop a noticeable pot belly and resort to loose jeans and baggy Hawaiian shirts.....-30

- You say, "It doesn't matter, you have one too.".....-800

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THE BIG QUESTION

- She asks, "Does this dress make me look fat?"

- You hesitate in responding.....-10

- You reply, "Where?".....-35

- You reply, "No, I think it's your ass".....-100

- Any other response.....-20

.

COMMUNICATION

- When she wants to talk about a problem:

- You listen, displaying a concerned expression.....0

- You listen, for over 30 minutes.....+5

- You relate to her problem and share a similar experience......+50

- You're mind wanders to sports and you suddenly hear her saying "well, what do you think I should do?".....-100

- You have fallen asleep.....-200

.

IT'S THAT TIME OF THE MONTH

- You talk.....-100

- You don't talk.....-150

- You spend time with her......-200

- You don't spend time with her.....-500

- You seem to be enjoying yourself.....-1000

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Amen... ;)

The A to Z of me (I love self-indulgence!)

A to Z of me, apparently

(thanks again to Amy)

[A is for age of first kiss:]
12/13

[B is for booze of choice:]
Dark rum, without a doubt. Venezuelan, Colombian, Dominican. Cacique, Brugal, Viejo De Caldas, Pampero.
Had 2 bottles flown in from Spain last weekend. So I don't have to worry for quite a while again!

[C is for career:]
Anything that happens to me. Selling airplanes worth millions of dollars to the worst cocktail shaker ever. UNDP, EU, been there, done that.

[D is for your dad’s name:]
This guys' last name is my dad's first.

[E is for essential items to bring to a party:]
Hmmmm... a big smile, a good rum, my camera, and my 'porn shirt' (A Diesel shirt I bought some years ago, very cheesy, and I HAVE to wear it at big parties)...
Ahhh... and money of course! :)

[F is for favorite song at the moment:]
Ooof, that can change by the day. I have too many. Last weekend for example at a latin club I had to admit once again that I actually really love the song 'La Tortura' by Alejandro Sanz & Shakira. Well, it does help that I see the video play before my eyes when I hear the song ;)

[G is for favorite game:]
Computer game? In that case the old games I had on the Amiga: Heimdall, The Settlers, Super Cars, and some games I don't even remember the name off...
Or, to go back even to the C64: Green Beret... Still have to finish that game!!!

[H is for hometown:]
Nieuwerkerk aan de IJssel, Netherlands. Right in between Gouda and Rotterdam.

[I is for instruments you play:]
Hahahhaha... air guitar!!

[J is for jam or jelly you like:]
Strawberry jam, well lots of kinds. It's sweet, isn't it?

[K is for kids?]
Yes, please. But first a girlfriend, perhaps?

[L is for last kiss?]
Too long ago!

[M is for mom’s name:]
Vivi, born on Liberation Day, May 5th 1945. Lucky child huh??

[N is for name of your crush:]
You wish!!!

[O is for overnight hospital stays:]
None that I remember :) Only times I was overnight in hospitals was to support the one that was there. Have had some whole days in hospital though. Several surgeries as a small kid, and one 3 years ago (the 'vacuum cleaning' of my left ancle).

[P is for phobias:]
Large and/or menacing dogs. Got bitten twice as a kid.
I HATE dogs, or cats for that matter. Pets in general I think are quite stupid to have. For kids it's great, but come on... the other day I saw these girls walking, all dressd up. Fancy clothes, jewelry, lots of make up, expensive hair cut, the works. Very posh and very fake. You know the type.
And of course one of them had to make the stereotype perfect: she had a chihuahua, or whatever small annoying dog you can imagine. In Dutch there is a beautiful word for a dog like that, that is both insulting and destroys the whole fakeness in one sweep: a 'kuttelikkertje' Broadly translated: 'a little pussy licker'

Stupid dogs...

[Q is for quotes you like:]
"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same."
Unknown

"There is something very wonderful in music. Words are wonderful enough; but music is even more wonderful. It speaks not to our thoughts as words do; it speaks straight to our hearts and spirits, to the very core and root of our souls. Music soothes us, stirs us up; it puts noble feelings in us; it melts us to tears; we know not how; - it is a language by itself, just as perfect, in its way, as speech, as words; just as divine, just as blessed."
Unknown

"I have no intention of dying yet, because I want to be young and wild, and then I want to be middle-aged and rich, and then I want to be old and annoy people by pretending that I'm deaf..."
Edmund Blackadder (Rowan Atkinson), Blackadder the Third, 'Nob and Nobility'

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream."
Mark Twain (1835-1910)

[R is for relationship that lasted the longest]:
I could probably just leave Amy's text here: with my parents, but I have the slight suspicion that's not what the question is about ;)

[S is for sexual preference:]
Female: totally, completely and fully!

[T is for time you wake up:]
Somewhere in between 7 and 8 am. In the weekends: whenever I open my eyes.

[U is for underwear:]
Boxers. And definitely warmer ones now the cold is setting in. Damn, the first snow has fallen in DK!!

[V is for vegetable you love:]
Spinach, since I was a child. Just love it.

[W is for worst habit:]
Mmmmmmm... Calling my friends all over the world when I am drunk :) I hadn't done it for quite a long time actually, as it costs too much money, something which I don't have much of right now, but last week I needed to talk to dear Ravi, my Indian 'brother' who lives in Dubai now. It was great talking to him.
As with many, you just have to speak for a few minutes and you're right back where you left off. I love that.

[X is for x-rays you’ve had:]
Both ancles, mouth (teeth, jaw, gums etc), left arm, right hand (once my fingers were pointing in strange directions after some volleyball), my right foot (a chip of bone off my big toe). That's it I think.

[Y is for yummy food you make:]
Without bragging, I am a pretty good cook. Mostly thanks to experimenting and living with people from all over the world, so:
Indonesian Nasi Goreng with all it's additions, Emdrup Pasta (the last step in the evolution of Carbonara)... made a very nice potato salad a while ago, made the dressing myself, and to it all we added a nice bottle of white wine. Brilliant!

[Z is for zodiac sign:]
Sagittarius, the hunter, the "researcher and the teacher, who tireless fights for the spreading and preservation of culture"

(updated: took out some terrible spelling and grammar errors, oooouch)

Crying of laughter

"Mozeskriebel!!!"

Any Dutch person above 20 will know this word... and many others


Prof. Dr. Mr. Akkermans (absolutely fabulous parody on a famous Dutch politician), Dirk, Dr. Klavan, Louc Hobbema, Berendien uut Wisp, alleenstaande vandaal (hondelulllllluueehhh!), mother and son, Carla and Frank van der Putten (jaaaa, moeeddder... ik wil een vrouw!!), leraar Duits, Jet en Koot, etc etc etc...

Actually, many of their self-invented words are now common Dutch words. Added to the dictionary and all.

I can remember how many times we all on Monday morning imitated their characters, after their Sunday evening tv show, when we were once again amazed by the versatility of Kees van Kooten and Wim de Bie, some of the finest comedians and social critics The Netherlands has ever produced.

For more than 30 years they did an amazing job, until they quit a few years ago. Not able to find more inspiration, and as they did not not want to compromise on the quality of their show, they quit. (I wish many more 'artists' would do that... on the grounds of being crap)

Fortunately one of the Dutch broadcasting stations has made a compilation of their best sketches and moments, giving a glimpse of their genius. (The photo on the site is de Bie being 'Dirk'... I can't stop laughing...)
Just watched it again recently as they are coming back to the limelight again, and still, the funny thing is... that the nr. 1 clip in the compilation, in my eyes is the weakest one in the comedy part, although it touches in a very ingeneous, clever and unexpected way upon a topic that many elder Dutch still struggle with: the fine line of collabaration, fraternisation and resistance in the Second World War.

Oh well... it you are Dutch-speaking, you HAVE to watch and savour this. And if you are not, watch it as well, just for catching a glimpse of some truly gifted 'artists'. Not one modern stand-up comedian is even fitting to kiss their ass ;)

As a tribute to them I'll finish with the immortal words of 'Dirk De Pens', spoken in the unmistakable dialect from The Hague: "vah Kootuh, komp effe pissje drinkuh..."
"Come on, let's go for a beer..." As spoken by a rude, homeless guy... you got to see to believe the metamorphosis they can go through!

Tjeemigdepeeemig...

And now: for the really good news:

They are back in the studio, to make a record, to add to their box set of old recordings that will be released soon. This news is a few weeks old now, but I still encounter happy reactions to that.
Guess some people still appreciate some of the best comedy ever produced in the Netherlands. Great skill, amazing language plays, and fantastic timing.

My respects! Can't wait to downlo... ehhh buy your new album!!