So Israel somewhat grumpily agrees to a temporary ceasefire with Hamas. For how long? How tall is a Chinese. I wonder if you can bet on it. That would be funny: if you could bet with the bookmakers on the duration of the armistice. And you can also say who you think will be the first to throw his supersonic Cobras again.
What can you gain from it? Money of course. I even get that. And if you bet a lot of money, you will get paid a lot of money. That seems wonderful to me to be childishly happy because this almost eighty-year war is breaking out again in full force. You look at your phone and shout ‘yes’ out loud! You call your loved one to say that you have reserved an exquisite star restaurant. In the evening you drink a beautiful Château Petrus 1995 at a table covered with damask to your well-deserved success. Well deserved? Yes, you haven’t had that much luck in your life.
I also think it would be nice to have a feminist in that restaurant Baby girl-to have a discussion. About the orgasm rights of menopausal women. I have been reading the articles about this for weeks with so much boys’ pleasure. Should the usually fucked-out husband take care of all that or is a virile toyboy/working student a better option? How many guys are willing to do old bike jobs like this?
Have I seen the movie? Yes. Was I, like many others of my kind, blown away by the treatment of this problem? That wasn’t too bad. I thought it was well filmed and played, but the whole thing was quite outdated. I’m afraid I’m too old for it. Or too smart. Too stupid is also possible. According to many women around me, I am all three.
I like to link canal belt topics to star restaurants because rich people simply have different problems than the rest of the world. Recently I listened in a neat café in Amsterdam South to a gentleman with burnout anxiety. Wonderful word. It came from his emotion coach, who he needed more than ever. He spoke shamelessly loudly about wanting to carefully reduce his Prozac pleasure lozenges because those pills made it difficult for him to come and gain weight easily. I thought: then you have two problems. Shouldn’t the dose be increased?
I was reading about the geopolitical conflicts that are going on now and the wars that are about to start. My newspaper spontaneously caught fire because of the images from Los Angeles. It’s funny that the media is more concerned with the fire damage to the gaudy palaces of movie stars than with the ordinary homes of ordinary people. Reinout Oerlemans is safe and that is a relief. And I’m also glad that the relationship between that crazy chick and Brad Pitt didn’t continue. Otherwise, this poor Frenchwoman would have lost her house too.
By the way, these are the tasty stories that make life bearable in these foggy times. Just like the king who visited the Tax Authorities this week. All this under the motto: if you don’t come to me, I will come to you. When a gossip journalist asked Willy what it was like for him to see a blue envelope for once, our head of state responded as if he had just swallowed an entire bag of frozen blueberries from Albert Heijn. He disappeared in his limo in anger.
Still back to Gaza. I am not a war expert, but I can’t help but be astonished to understand that the Israelis continue to bomb the defenseless Gazans until the last second before the truce officially comes into effect? The agreement only takes effect on Sunday. So then you are completely within your rights if you want to kill some small children until that day.
An emotion coach and fun lozenges. I’m ready for that. I even crave it. But the question is, will I get them? I’m going to do my best and I think I’ll succeed. Bet?