Inconvenient phonecalls

Why is it that people always manage to call me at moments I can't pick up the phone? I am writing a variety of papers for my graduation, so I'm at home, available for a nice chat most of the day. Still, I only get called when I'm about to order my bread at the bakery, when I'm in the shower or on the toilet. It happens so often I don't even take the trouble to return those phonecalls anymore, unless of course if they leave a message. Totally annoying.

Madonna, two weeks after

As I write this, I'm still not totally recovered from the awesome Madonna concert in Arnhem, exactly two weeks ago today. What a fabulous show; one of the most memorable nights of my life.



I was standing just a few feet from the stage, with Madge almost at touchable distance. Around me only women and many outrageous gay guys. (Apparently we're the only ones crazy enough to stand in line for hours and hours to conquer a spot close to Her Royal Highness, Queen of the queens.) I've jumped, sung, danced, cheered and of course listened the entire concert in a ecstatic state of mind. I've screamed the lungs out of my body after each song. My voice was gone for days and my throat has been sore for more than a week, but I'd do it again anytime...

Official opening

Well... my first attempt to maintain a weblog is a fact. I hope I can find the time to keep writing here for a long time to come. I'm not sure yet what to tell you and what parts of my life I should keep to myself, but we'll see.

I'll be back.