Bonjour mademoiselle!

Sorry, I recently saw V For Vendetta again and I needed a title for this post. Couldn't think of anything better. What are you gonna do, shoot me? Behind this page there is an idea, mister Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof! Allright, enough of this bollocks.

Back to English then, it seems. People on the streets were running to me, kissing my heels and asking me to write in English again because not everyone in my loyal fanbase speaks Dutch. Learn to do so, you tits. What a nice name to call someone: a tit. I guess it's flattering in a way. Anyway, who cares. As usual I don't know what I'll write about and as usual I start off by saying that I don't know what I'll write about. Something like that. Yeah. No really.

I went to the hospital today to see my grandfather again. It seems he won't be getting out of there again, so the family is taking some precautions. Some made some small intimate speeches they wanted to share with him before he passes away, others recollected some old photographs to relive some memories together, stuff like that. I felt like I had to do something to, then there was this moment where you slap your hands to your cheeks, act like you're the little guy from Home Alone and run around the house screaming 'What am I gonna dooooooo?' Sure, we all have those moments, don't we? Come oooon! You know you have 'em, you filthy liar! Anyway.

After I found out that all of my interesting stories and photographs were about excessive drinking, I figured I had to do something different. Last time I went to see him, I had seen a dvd player there, so the next obvious thing was to watch a movie together. It's lame, I know, but who cares. It's not what you do that's important, it's the fact that you do it. I felt I had to show some kind of movie that we could relate to in some way and that would somehow tell him how I feel about all this.

There was only one choice really: Big Fish.

We all know Tim Burton is God, so I figured this was an appropriate movie for this particular event. Now my grandfather is in this state where he really can't move anything but his eyes, so he couldn't object to me putting on this crazy movie. I'm sure he would have done so if he had the chance, he's the serious type of guy. So I didn't get my butt spanked and put on the movie. My father and grandmother, who are there most of the time, left the two of us alone in the room and all was silent for about two hours. Apart from the television set. Obviously! We didn't say a word all the while, but then the grand finale of the movies brought tears to our eyes. I just sat there and wept. I wept because the movie just nailed everything right again and I wept for the more obvious reason that one I had loved for many years would soon pass away. My grandfather also had tears rolling down his cheeks, which made me smile. It was one of those moments you only have once in a lifetime. Saying goodbye can be difficult, but it can be wonderful at the same time if there are no words needed to say everything that needs to be said. That sound like some lame tagline for some romantic movie, I should put a copyright on it.

And oh yeah, you might want to check out Over The Hedge. It's a pretty good movie with lovely characters and a lot of farting and burping and naked buttocks. Go see it, it's got Bruce Willis and William Shatner in it, for Pete's sake!