So there you are. Caught up in your own game, putting on a random playlist whilst crunching out last yet endless emails. #3 Aphex Twin (or is it called Rhubarb?). The first chords make you listen a little more intent.

Lt. Vincent Hanna: You know, we’re sitting here, you and I like a couple of regular fellas. You do what you do, and I do what I gotta do. And now that we’ve been face to face, if I’m there and I gotta put you away, I won’t like it. But I’ll tell ya, if it’s between you and some poor bastard whose wife you gonna turn into a widow. Brother, you are going down.

(McCauley stares for a second).

McCauley: There’s a flip side to that coin. What if you do got me boxed in and I gotta put you down? Cause no matter what, you will not get in my way. We’ve been face to face, yeah, but I will not hesitate, not for a second.

Hanna: Maybe that’s the way it’ll be. Or…who knows…

McCauley: Or maybe we’ll never see each other again.

Lights are mapping out the city. Two strangers, that in different walks of life would have made it. But one will walk out…in 30 seconds flat if he spots the Heat around the corner.

McCauley: You live in this neighborhood?

Eady: No, I live above Sunset Plaza, it’s a little house I rent. It’s a little rundown but has a beautiful, beautiful view. What about you?

McCauley: I live in Venice Boulevard. Where’s your family originally from?

Eady: We’re Scots Irish, they immigrated to America in the late seventeen hundreds. Where are you originally from?

McCauley: Bay area.

Eady: Are your folks there?

McCauley: My mother died a long time ago I don’t know where my father is. I have a brother somewhere but sounds like you have a tight family I can tell. (pause) In L.A. the city of lights, in Fuji they have these iridescent algae that come out once a year in the water, it looks like L.A. at night.

Eady: You’ve been there?

McCauley: No, I’m going there some day.

Yeah let’s find that hill (or balcony who knows), whilst the sun sets and the city comes to life. Two souls for the briefest of moments. Yesterday is a memory. Tomorrow is unknown.

With the heatwave sweeping the low counties (and Europe for that matter), my mind can’t help drifting towards the upcoming summer holidays in July. Anything else than Malta would be scandalous, so this time we are once more heading for this Mediterranean pearl. A pic taken from a sailing trip last year, brings back fond memories.

adrift in the blue lagoon

Work is already kicking in after a few days off. Still a pleasant surprise to accidentally finding a few pics to prolong the holiday feeling 🙂


soaking up the last bit of sun and beach

no lack of energy

Sebastian surprised me yesterday morning with a gorgeous golden cuff. A stunning piece with an inside leather band in dark green. Thank you little man! It’s been a lovely break.

happy campers

a golden cuff which fitted a dress I received last Christmas perfectly

plateau de fruits de mer at le Grill de Perard

bear enjoyed the evening too

finishing off the evening at the beach

It’s the last day on this long weekend trip, so we’re going to make the most of it. Like yesterday, with dinner at fish restaurant Perard. As the sun was setting, painting the beach in red and purple, we decided to stay for a last hour of beach fun before strolling back. On that note, time to get ready for sun, sea and sand 🙂


It’s a fantastic mini holiday spending a few days at Le Touquet-Paris-Plage. The weather is soaring hovering around 30 degrees, the beaches are endless and so are the many small streets brimming with evening dwellers in search for local eateries. The many seafood restaurants is a feast for a part-time pescotarian like myself.

In my ways Le Touquet has the feel of a northern Juan-les-Pins, short of the palm trees and the turquoise Mediterranean sea perhaps. These are of course touches that is much appreciated with summer connoisseurs, but being only a 4 hour drive away from the Netherlands, one can’t complain :).

Happy family

El Alamein is re-created

I write this post on a stop between Antwerp and Touquet. Although the weather has been fantastic (especially for Dutch standards), it was a cloudy Haarlem we left behind. Luckily weather prognosis looks splendid for where we are heading.

It is a much needed break. Although I forgot my book, I did bring my note book (the analogue kind ;), badminton rackets and swim gear. All necessities for a 4 day beach holiday.

As it’s been a few days since last, there are some things to report… Since starting in all earnest to work out 4-5 days a week, I saw my most improved results in months. -2.5 kg’s on the scales. I attribute it to a diet consisting primarily of fish, chicken and gazpacho soup. The latter is purchased in a litre (semi-fresh) squeeze. Handy to bring to the beach or work for lunch. Add a little of red pepper and Tabasco and you have a lean summer meal :).

spring is turning into summer

with tuna tataki…

…and chicken on the menu

my latest meal fetish….gazpacho soup

You are sitting in bed, working on some last important matters. Outside the crows are calling as the clouds are gathering. How befitting you note. The stillness before the storm. You find yourself pondering on battles and stratagems of such. Escalation of commitment. The point of no return. You have long past that elusive mark…

You never discussed such concepts with each other. Although they were most relevant. Except for one incident….you go back far and deep in the catalogue of events. Hamburger Hill.

As you are standing in front of your own hill, there is only one path to take. For some hills are worth dying for…

It’s not often you go into that alternative space. The one no one else occupies….apart from you. But there is so little of the one thing you crave….time….alas…that and space…first to make the connections, find images…words…music…scents. Yet these elements never seem to intersect. At 7 pm you go offline….out of transmission, vetting any messages coming in, before deciding whether they deserve your attention…or not. You look for a film, something that will keep you focused for the next 90 minutes.

Frank & Lola draws your attention….if not for the title alone. It’s a flick suggested to you based on prior viewings. big data in all its glory. It starts off in Vegas, without any of the flashy…trashy, backdrops. No this is sleek cinema…or at least attempting to be, with suitable NY jazz.

OK, so you’re hooked. From Vegas to Paris and back again. You make a mental note to visit Paris soon.

Everything disturbs an absent lover…