Below you can find a collection of pictures on how I used to look at one time or another.
Yeah, right, give the monk...ape a gun and wait.
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| Dr JECKEYL AND Mr HIDE | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| On the left you see how I used to look by the end of the last century. I have a motorbike and thought it would be nice to look like a person who has. Towards the end of this period, people at camp-grounds started to avoid my company, children started weeping and crawled away behind their parents legs, and finally a little girl asked a friend of mine whether or not I was a pirate. Something had to be done. OOOOK! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| On the right you can judge the new me. Ofcourse, Jeeves frowns on the waistcoat, but than again, the man is notorious for his lack of err, what's the word I'm looking for, joy-du-something or what. I for one think it has been a major improvement. But than again, since the clothes are not permanently fixed to my body, it's possible I might change again one day. Just to keep my fellowmen at their toes... Below you can find a collection of pictures on how I used to look at one time or another. |
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| Every year I visit a couple of kite-meetings with some friends. We take our camping-gear and move out, even when the actual kite-field is closer to our homes then to the chosen campground. Tradition, you know... | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Somehow I have a thing with head-gear. Here we were -a couple of friends and I- on a campground that was covered with pine-trees. And those trees kept on dropping pineapples on our heads. I did the right thing, but they all just laughed at me. At the beginning that is... | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| But I'm not the only loony in the bin. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| The 'new' me at the top is not that new; years ago my friends from Fidibus and I already looked like some 19th century leftovers. Fidibus is a group of gentlemen investigating the the joy of smoking good and bad cigars. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| No here's a frightning thought: our government thought it was a good idea to make me a soldier... Yeah, right, give the monk...ape a gun and wait. |
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