It bites.

The price one pays for a pleasurable evening in the fair company of my room's former occupant is a share in the bites of the mosqitos she attracts. As fot everything I turned to the internet for advice.

For the few sorry asses that just like me never have mosquito bites and are suddenly exposed to an exagerated amount of bug-itching; I found this useful advice.

Mayonaise

AS one might have read on this very page many many weeks ago, I once ventured to incorporate Bob's* recipe collection into mine. So today for the benefit of mankind; manufacturers of anti-cholesterolpills specifically I made mayonaise.

Morganaise

• 2 very fresh eggs
• 2 or 3 spoons of Dijon mustard
• a pint of sunflowerseed oil
• 2 spoons of vinegar
• 2 spoons of lemon juice
• salt and pepper to taste

Put eggs and mustard in a somewhat higher bowl with a content of at least a litre. Mix thoroughly, use an electronic device if you're lazy, plain old smart or enjoy washing up.
Have an eight year old kid or your favourite housemate pour in the oil at a slow and steady pace.
When you have achieved a thick creamy fluid after all the oil has ben poured, stir in the other ingredients in whatever order you fancy.
Store in refrigerators for a week tops.
Enjoy with all your meals.


* not to be confused with B.O.B. meaning Battery Operated Boyfriend

You can tell everybody, this is our song.

Or maybe it's what I would like. It must be great to have a song that just sums up everything you feel, think, want and experience.

The Ghent Festival

For all official news: the official link.

For my personal comment on this year's edition so far: ...

The three dots should rightly have been replaced with the wellknown phrase 'see below'. But that would be as redundant as the entire explanation already is.

Despite the festival lasting for yet another 6 days, having been drunk in front of several of my friends, broke promises of not smoking; not drinking and not falling in love; barely having slept 4 hours every day and spending most of the monthly allowance I calculated for myself on alcoholic beverages I dare say it ust have been quite a long time in the past since I felt this great. I must be on the verge of being happy again.

Too much of a good thing can truly be bad.

Said the Raven*: " Never again." And for over two years it was true but last night, not even very far into that night the comsumption of such qualities of alcohol urged my intestines to redecorate one of Ghent's lesser (known) public squares.

Lest I learn moderation (soon), I find abstinence of all such foods, drinks and miscellaneous content described as a group under the name 'drugs' the one road left open for me. Feel free to disagree.

*Here meaning: me

Resolutions- Part VII

• not drink any alcohol
• read more
• quit smoking
• make it the best summer ever
• not brag about my Tokyo adventures (I just did, didn't I?)
• don't stop writing
• stop writing rubbish
• not moan about the lack of Starbucks in Ghent
• not show pictures unless they are asked for
• be polite to airway personel
• finish reading Neil Gaiman's 'American Gods'
• remind Dr. K he owes me dinner and icecream