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Youp van't Hek
Dec. 8th, 2004 09:53 amYesterday I dressed up real prettily. I've not worn any pretty skirts in a while now. My long black skirt is favourite, and is way too cold to wear indoors now. We hardly have any central heating on, except when I'm particularly sick or cold. So it had been a while since I went out in a pretty skirt. And I must say I was also very surprised again by the various reactions people had. My outfit wasn't even that radical. My short suede skirt, with a pantyhose and knee-stockings, a shirt and skai-leather jacket, my Lasombra necklace, and my coat with red obviously fake fur.
I had to pick up my Dolle Griet name-tags I had ordered at the Matsons, so I exited the metro at Blaak and walked past the market. Somewhere 3/4 of the way to the Meent, a car came up from behind me. Some guy hung out of the window and said to me "wat heb jij mooie benen zeg!" (Such pretty legs you got). I was quite stunned. I haven't been whistled at in a long while, and remarks like those are very rare. I hardly even realized that with those high heels, my legs would indeed look pretty. I blushed and smirked Han Solo-style.
Needless to say, the evening just got better from that point onwards. I picked up the tags at Matsons and told Astrid the good news of my new lockmachine. Then I walked to Beurs, stopping at Van Doorns where they had 'brandenburgers' which are like the chinese knot-and-loops, only much larger. They're great for cloaks, better than those iron thingies that will break easily.
I met up with Kitty and Tessa on Beurs, and we waited for NoKey to arrive, and then walked on to our most homely Greek restaurant Olympia. We had to wait a while for mom and Luc to show up.
NoKey and I shared our greek salad with Mom and Luc, who had tomato soup. We also munched bread with garlic butter while Tessa and Kitty had Mezedes ('Griekse hapjes'), a selection of greek specialties.
The main course was wonderful, and we ate until we burst. Everyone was in high spirits. And we hadn't even arrived at the theatre yet!
Youp was good. As always. He had a show called "Prachtige Paprika's". I must say the first half was funnier than the last half. The second part of his show was quite a heavy subject. But like Youp always does, he gives you a good kick to open your eyes. (Warren Ellis does that too, but he kicks in sensitive places).
I particularly enjoyed the joke on the RDM and het Havenbedrijf. There'd been some illegalities with banks and such, mostly by Joep van den Nieuwenhuizen. "Je gaat gewoon even langs de haven, zegt dat je Youp heet, en dan komt het helemaal goed".
But yes, he did adress some heavy issues. Ofcourse he made jokes about the death of Andre Hazes (a singer) and the murder of Theo van Gogh (columnist). He also adressed integration, in a particularly cynic way. Basically, he showed us that by our own mistakes things happened. "It's hotter here than IN AFRICA! And you wonder why they all come to our country."
Main line in his show was 'to be fifty and have everything but not be happy'.
Also loved the bit about Harry, who was 'mentally handicapped' (Whatever that's supposed to mean, I think most Dutch politicians have a couple of bolts unscrewed up in their heads too, but they're not locked up). He believed in Harry, he said. When Harry's dad had died, Harry knocked on the coffin and said "Dad. It's not fun anymore. You didn't used to do it this long. And you must come by Saturday, otherwise the nurses will be disappointed." Because even on the funeral, everybody spoke about themselves. And Harry didn't.
Yes. An eye-opener. It might make me rant a couple of times too in the upcoming days.
I had to pick up my Dolle Griet name-tags I had ordered at the Matsons, so I exited the metro at Blaak and walked past the market. Somewhere 3/4 of the way to the Meent, a car came up from behind me. Some guy hung out of the window and said to me "wat heb jij mooie benen zeg!" (Such pretty legs you got). I was quite stunned. I haven't been whistled at in a long while, and remarks like those are very rare. I hardly even realized that with those high heels, my legs would indeed look pretty. I blushed and smirked Han Solo-style.
Needless to say, the evening just got better from that point onwards. I picked up the tags at Matsons and told Astrid the good news of my new lockmachine. Then I walked to Beurs, stopping at Van Doorns where they had 'brandenburgers' which are like the chinese knot-and-loops, only much larger. They're great for cloaks, better than those iron thingies that will break easily.
I met up with Kitty and Tessa on Beurs, and we waited for NoKey to arrive, and then walked on to our most homely Greek restaurant Olympia. We had to wait a while for mom and Luc to show up.
NoKey and I shared our greek salad with Mom and Luc, who had tomato soup. We also munched bread with garlic butter while Tessa and Kitty had Mezedes ('Griekse hapjes'), a selection of greek specialties.
The main course was wonderful, and we ate until we burst. Everyone was in high spirits. And we hadn't even arrived at the theatre yet!
Youp was good. As always. He had a show called "Prachtige Paprika's". I must say the first half was funnier than the last half. The second part of his show was quite a heavy subject. But like Youp always does, he gives you a good kick to open your eyes. (Warren Ellis does that too, but he kicks in sensitive places).
I particularly enjoyed the joke on the RDM and het Havenbedrijf. There'd been some illegalities with banks and such, mostly by Joep van den Nieuwenhuizen. "Je gaat gewoon even langs de haven, zegt dat je Youp heet, en dan komt het helemaal goed".
But yes, he did adress some heavy issues. Ofcourse he made jokes about the death of Andre Hazes (a singer) and the murder of Theo van Gogh (columnist). He also adressed integration, in a particularly cynic way. Basically, he showed us that by our own mistakes things happened. "It's hotter here than IN AFRICA! And you wonder why they all come to our country."
Main line in his show was 'to be fifty and have everything but not be happy'.
Also loved the bit about Harry, who was 'mentally handicapped' (Whatever that's supposed to mean, I think most Dutch politicians have a couple of bolts unscrewed up in their heads too, but they're not locked up). He believed in Harry, he said. When Harry's dad had died, Harry knocked on the coffin and said "Dad. It's not fun anymore. You didn't used to do it this long. And you must come by Saturday, otherwise the nurses will be disappointed." Because even on the funeral, everybody spoke about themselves. And Harry didn't.
Yes. An eye-opener. It might make me rant a couple of times too in the upcoming days.
