Ouderwets

Je kan mij ouderwets vinden want dat ben ik ook. Ik heb verzot op draaien van oude vinyl platen en opwindhorloges, ik ben gek op het verzamelen van oud modelspoormateriaal uit de jaren zestig en word zelf warm van de gloed van de buizen in mijn versterker.

En tel daar gerust een klassieke Hollandse pot bij op. Vandaag wordt een extra mooie dag, ondanks de miezerige regen buiten. Want binnen ruikt het lekker naar Hachee en Rode Kool. Ja, ik ben ouderwets. En daar ben ik eigenlijk best wel trots op.

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Farewell speech

If anyone can’t sit still now it’s no problem, I am sure he wouldn’t mind since he couldn’t sit still himself for a bloody moment. He was very proud of the fact that ADHD was not a disorder but a God given talent.

So, what is to say about the big man in front of us. Well, we all remember him as the inventor of the Prime Fraction, dividable only by itself and 0,1 and the numerous peculiar culinary concoctions he made us eat. He left us a number of Christmas Meal recipes, there are copies of his most famous ones on the desk at the entrance if you want some. His ability to create meals for the entire family including the adults and little nippers were however mostly based on the amount of sugar in the Sugo Casa and for which the recipes were given to him by an old Italian cook long ago, he said. And of course we must not forget he was a very keen Slow Motion Breast Crawler in holiday season times.

And than there was this strange obsession with England, where he lived for a brief period from 1989 to 1991 but of which he liked to think he was born there. He used to say he was geographically challenged and should have been born there if he would have been capable of setting things to his own hand at the time of birth. Leendert loved England with a passion. He used to be home sick most of the time and longing for those pints of bitter in local pubs in Norfolk, pub meals and he sincerely wanted to be with his English friends whenever he had a chance if not the lack of money prevented him from traveling back and forth. “Best of both worlds but all conveniently in one place” he used to say and off he went on the boat to Felixtowe.

Leendert (also known as Leon) was very fond of strange and peculiar things in life, he used to collect model trains but only from the 1959 – 1962 period as he claimed that before and after that there was no quality to be found in model railway material in OO and H0 scale. He also thought that the things he collected were of extreme high value and he charished them with care only suitable for new born babies. We all know of the porcelain deers on his desk and that they -so he claimed- were probably made by a French artist in the 1700’s and which his parents were so incredibly lucky to obtain at a car boot sale long ago. His night stand used to be full of weird collectibles which made him feel safe just knowing they were there.

Leendert used to write a lot, poems and little stories, a blog and an entire scala of captions for pictures he showed us. Most of the material can still be seen on his website for which he himself created the most traffic when he was still alive. He was a grumpy moper mostly, his stories usually not very happy and gloomy but gems of poems were shared with us on many occasions. So when we remember him it’s not hard to describe him, a fat, grumpy model train collector with many idiosyncrasies and odd hobbies. A writer, a poet, a visioneer. A lover, a culinary pioneer, a big hearted father, a dear friend. And for his enemies who might be present he has given me a special message which I cannot withhold from you all: “Up yours, this is the best spot in the room and I am not giving it up for you lot now.”

Omgaan met gebreken

Ik zit nooit stil. Als je in Google “ik zit nooit stil” invoert, ben ik het eerste zoekresultaat. Ik heb namelijk ADHD. Een volwassene met ADHD. En om het nòg erger te maken: ik heb ook zware astma. Een ADHD’er die altijd buiten adem is, heb je ooit een grotere tegenstrijdigheid meegemaakt? Het is een groot gebrek dat mij op duizenden momenten in het verleden dwars heeft gezeten. En dan lig ik ook nog eens elke drie weken aan een infuus. Stil zitten. Op de bank. Terwijl je eigenlijk de trap op en af wil rennen. Stilgezet tegen wil en dank.

Een knipoog van de koningin

Een leuke anekdote: ik heb een keer een vette knipoog gehad van Koningin Beatrix, op drie meter afstand.

Ik liep door Den Haag in DT (Dagelijks Tenue, ik was dienstplichtig) met van die mooie glimmende knopen langs het Paleis van Justitie, toevallig net toen Koningin Beatrix uit haar blauwe AA auto stapte. Ik besefte niet direct door welk tafereel ik liep en omdat ik in uniform was greep de wacht kennelijk ook niet meteen in maar op het moment dat ik besefte “Dit is Koningin Beatrix!”, werd ik achter bij mijn jas gegrepen door een Marechaussee en tegen de muur naast de trap getrokken. Ik stond meteen stram in de houding (dat werd mij ook nog eens tussen de tanden toegebeten door hem) terwijl zij de trap opging, en in een wolk van parfum en een prachtige lach (ze vond het overduidelijk zeer amusant dat ik zomaar lomp zonder direct iets door te hebben door haar aankomst liep) kreeg ik die knipoog. Gelukkig mocht ik mijn weg vervolgen toen ze eenmaal binnen was.

Koningin Beatrix

Vandaag 28 januari 2013 maakte Koningin Beatrix bekend dat zij afstand zal doen van de troon op 30 april a.s. Leve de koningin!

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I don’t like Holland

I don’t like Holland. It’s a fact I cannot deny. I don’t like Holland. Ever since I lived in England for a while I have loved that country. People are nice, food is nice, there is virtually nothing that can be compared to cooked breakfast with the full works. I have some friends over there that I really love and this friendship can only be compared with the friendship I have with the two friends I have had since primary school. I don’t like Holland.

I do love my family, my wife, my four children and perhaps a few more people. But that’s it, this country sucks. People are nice, country sucks. Government sucks too, except that they pay for my medication which is nice. If only there wasn’t all that water in between England and me I’d live there with my family. Cooked breakfast, The Works. Drive on the left side and actually enjoy it. Try that over here, not that good.

I don’t like Holland and England is better. There, I said it. Thing is: I cannot leave this place. You see, I told you a little lie. Holland is not that bad either. People I love are here too.

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