Two “look at me I am cool” wannabees:
Man (American, older, sunglasses, hair that does not suit his age) to woman (American, younger, blond, but quite unlike Paris Hilton):
Well, hello are you here!
(yes of course she is here moron, you can see here can’t you!)
Woman: Yes! Are you here too?
(Duh!! Well if he is not here [...]

The name is Nighy, Bill Nighy
The internet connection at home will be down until Monday (and has been down since Monday and it drives me nuts) and having been out of the office yesterday - no possibility to write at all. So I apologize for the radio silence. I am afraid it is going to [...]

Yesterday night I send off 51 pages of my script to my tutor.
I felt great when I send it and I thought:
“Eat this you moth…, you, you, you tutor!”
30 minutes later: “I think it was quite alright”
1 hour later “I hope it was alright”
2 hours later “Oh bloody hell, it’s crap isn’t it”
2.5 hours “Worst [...]

This is England, too

About film, and real life that happens in front of your eyes.

- Don’t you feel like we have been in some kind of movie this week Davy, you and me?
- Well, yes, but then - I missed the very first part.
- Which?
- The opening scene.
- Oh, Girl leaves London.
- Yes, anything special happening on the plane, who was sitting beside you?
- A very quiet gadget boy.
- [...]

When I am tired of my job, or get an assignment that bores the hell out of me I always shout that I should have become a garbage man in stead.

Holland was nice. There were family visits, Sinterklaas, a meeting with friends from way back (and the wonder that laughing with them always seems to be so easy, no matter how long we haven’t seen each other), and I got reunited with my little Norwegian friend here.
But it was a very weird and sad day [...]

London Underground

I walked to Waterloo station after the theatre to get the Northern Line. I walked just behind 4 crazy (the good way) English guys who were already in a weekend mood. As they were a few steps ahead of me they could just about wrestle themselves into the train, using arms and legs to [...]

He was just standing there, with a can of beer in his hand, unstable, lost track long ago. His clothes dirty, his shoes worn down and his voice filled with drunkenness. She tried so hard to talk him into reason.
She told him to get on bus 24.
Did he have his bus pass ?
He showed it [...]

Busstop

I love the underground, but I do love the red busses too. It’s nice to see the city from above the ground sometimes. I took a friday-evening-bus back home via Trafalgar Square, from Oxford Street. The bus was nearly empty. The bus driver was a friendly guy, and happy to make a conversation. Normally not [...]

I saw him struggling with his rollator on the wobbly pavement in Croydon, he was an older man and had problems walking. I passed him carefully, and a few seconds later I heard something fall down behind me. His rollator wouldn’t go up the curb, it had folded together, and he was laying on the [...]