My space

It’s once a year that people in Beverwijk lose their minds completely (if they don’t lose it the rest of the year though) and that’s during fairground week. Too much people, too much noise, too much music and too much sex, alcohol & drugs.

People go crazy!

With weeks like thisone, I do respect police.
I really do.

Big Girl and I were a couple of nights out as well. Two evenings with my friends and people I know - and one evening with just two of us. One evening went like this:

Big Girl: “Alex, I see the guy over there who tried to hug me last night.”

He in a fact tried to hug her girlfriend too, but without any success at all. By the time I introduced myself to him - he’s got blown off by both of them already.

Me: “That one over there?”
Big Girl: “Yes, the one talking to the guy with a white t-shirt.”
Me: “The guy with a white t-shirt is a dog, whom I saw a couple of months ago hit another guy with a beer-glass FROM BEHIND while the other guy sat quietly at the bar… so I don’t want you to talk to any of them.”
Big Girl: “Yes, I can see it in his eyes, he could murder. His look reminds me of someone I knew..”
Me: “Alright, then stay close to me until we leave.”

Then we ordered a drink and talked with some of my people- and lost ourselfs in the rush of the music.

Get some space

… because it will not be given to you!

An hour later or so we came to another pub where we saw “Mr. showing his dbeeepck” again. As soon as we arrived, he tried to claim Big Girl at once - and I just got fed up with him. I decided I should finish his crap once and for all, so I turned to him and asked politely: “Would you please give us both a break?”
Him: “WHAAT?!”
Me: “You understood me very well. I want you to give us a break. And I want it right now!”

He was drunk and gave me then a big mouth… well I guess then the word “please” was wrong way to ask.

Me: “Aright, I want you now to FbeeeeepCK OFF and go to your own fubeeepkin’ wife motherfbeeeeepcker!” (I shouted it straight into his face.)

– Oh yes, he’s even married. — (*sigh*)

Big Girl: “Guys, please don’t!”
Me (to a Big Girl): “I want you to stay out of this - and let me solve it, unless you can solve it yourself!”
Me (turning to a ‘showing his dbeepck’ again): “I SAID - FbeeeeeeepCK OFF - NOW!”

He then went to the other side of the bar to sit next to another girl, what I think was fair enough and reasonable.

A few people at the bar went on like: “blah blah blah, was it all necessary.. blah blah”
And I said to them: “to mind their own business, as I mind mine.”
And then I ordered another drink for Big Girl and me and a few people I know.
And that’s where it all finished.
That’s where I left it.

‘Mr. showing his dbeeepck’ didn’t bug us the rest of the night. Let’s hope it shall stay that way from now on.

The truth is, I hate doing this stuff. I hate to deal with the guys who run after (or even show!) their dbeeeeepcks, I guess as much as the girls do, except that some girls do enjoy all the attention that come along with it, but if you want to get some space, to be left alone and not let some shbeeepthead hang all over your girl (or the girl you’re with at the moment) all night long, over and over again… such a confrontation is then unavoidable. Or you better stay at home. That’s all I have to say about this stuff.

But yes, it can be dangerous. People often get a beer-glass on their head from behind, and even get killed sometimes, for even more stupid things then this… like for an I-pod player (if we can believe the newspapers these days). And that’s the risk you take sometimes, as you never know what someone holds in his pocket… and above of all, THERE ARE DOGS - who do not hesitate to hit you from behind.
And I saw them doing it!

On the other hand, maybe I should be more selective and go to some other bars, where more civilized people come, after all???

The problem is with Beverwijk, except that there are a few good running pubs, that it’s for the rest a dead city. So, there is nothing really to chose from.
And after this recent idiot “smoking ban”, the place is more or less cemetery at nights.
– Not counting fairground week where people are outside anyway. –

No wonder I want to go away for a year… or even longer.
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My 2nd make-up lesson

The picture I decided to place here today, is the one I made a year ago, during my 2nd make-up lesson. The first lesson was theory, so in a fact, this was my very first make-up ever! Hmmm, well, oh, now I feel ashamed when I see this one, but amazingly I felt proud of it when I made it just a year ago. I was even proud of being able to use make-up properly, let alone to do something meaningfull with it.

My first make-up

I asked the girl on this picture (as I always ask for any picture on this site) explicitly if it was OK to put it om my site, and she said it was OK…. which is by the way, very courageous of her - if you ask me!

My first make-up (at school in Den Haag), model Patrice … The picture above is softened a bit, so it looks as reasonable as possible.