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:: Wilko Terwijn & Poetry

OHRA are good employers, it has to be said. We spent one hour in the afternoon in a meeting room on the first floor, enjoying a live performance by stand up comedian Wilko Terwijn. Not bad at all, even though most of his jokes were the same as the ones he used in the last 'Oudejaarsconference' (a sort of Mock the Year, an institutional show in The Netherlands every December 31st).

After work, it still being National Poetry Day (see yesterday), I met up with Marjo and the 'Poetry Collective' again at LUX. After a few coffees we decided on another poetry performance at the nearby library, though I declined. Well, it had been a long working day. I sat down in the library, started reading a newspaper and kept my mp3 player recording while Marjo, Okke, Sanne and Wouter each orated a poem from between the books. They did so at once, so none of the poems could be heard, really. Still, we met smiles on our way out. We continued at our favourite haunt In de Blaauwe Hand (pictured below). Sanne and Marjo in particular performed naturally, the others including myself didn't do half bad.

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