Football on the telly this evening and just before the match starts Joris asked if I ever played football myself. So here’s the story of that one time I played in an official football game for Pijnacker, the place where I lived at the time.
I must have been 12 years old I think when I saw this image in the sky for a split second on my way to school and they said I was one penny short for a pound ‘up there in my piggy bank’ when I told my friends at school that day. Later in life I discovered that is was an F-117A Nighthawk when I saw a documentary on Discovery a few years ago. So there, I wasn’t barmy after all and there are no UFO’s.
Two years ago I was having anxiety attacks at the mere thought of having to go to the swimming pool in my little Microcar along busy roads in this city where they drive like mad men. So rather than driving that short distance in 20 minutes I took the bus which took me 1.5 hours to and 1.5 hours traveling back.
I remember it so well, it was the first song that played on that old tube radio I got from a friend when I was 12 years old. You never forget these things, how can you ever forget something like that?
When I first heard of him I was living in England at the time. I was going through a difficult time, discovering who I really was, experiencing new friendships in a totally different environment compared to where I grew up. It is important I tell you about the setting as you will understand how much this meant for me.