[picture taken in 2004]

I spent the night chatting with happy Estee, whose father would come back from Albania today. That occasion called for a toast, so in Boston she grabbed a Pepsi, while I poured me a glass (aye, a big one) of GlenLivet single malt Scottish whisky. We had a drink on her father coming home, my one hundredth e-mail sent to her, and our meeting in London being just a week away now. I got so drunk toasting to all these occasions, that something went a bit wrong. I always lie down comfortably on my double bed, with my laptop on my knees, whenever I get online. So the bottle and glass of whisky sit next to me, against a pillow. Unfortunately, as I got drunk, I knocked over a full glass. My reaction time was slow as well, so an enormous yellow stain spread across my pristine white sheets. Like a good size piss stain – somewhat embarrassing – but never mind that. A double Glenlivet is wasted on my bed! And ehrm.. It makes the entire room smell fantastic. I don't think I'll wash my sheets ever again!

My favourite club, NEC of Nijmegen – not coincidentally my home town – today lost the cup final 0-1 to Roda JC. It really quite sucks, having followed their games over the radio at work, having discussed them over lunch breaks and all, for them to lose it. It'd be alright maybe, had they lost against PSV, Feijenoord or Ajax. But Roda JC hail from Kerkrade, a small town in the Limburg province. I've never liked them at all, but this does it! I mean.. Their shirts are yellow and black, just like NEC's main rivals Vitesse of Arnhem. They come from a very remote town in the most 'backward' province.. And loads of Belgians play in their squad. I loathe Belgians. Well, not all of them I suppose, but the ones playing in yellow and black, hell yes.