Well I did it. I finally downloaded Instragram on my mobile. Like all the non-Apple addicts I have been waiting like crazy for the Android-version to appear and now I finally have it on my phone! Next up is acquiring a non-bootleg version of Photoshop so that I can post some decent pictures on this blog instead of the usual too light or too dark versions you poor people have had to put up with all this time.
Of course these great changes will not appear immediately. My age and genetic make-up forbid me from catching up on technologies latest features immediately and will surely keep me from understanding the many subtleties of the noble art of Instragramming for at least a few weeks. But rest assured, at one moment I will have an aha-moment and feel like a complete idiot for moment or two. And then I will blog about being such a doofus and you will all feel comfortably superior and I will have made your day. Just don’t forget to send a mental Thank-you note when the moment arrives.
Allow me to present you with some recent pictures I took:
The Easter brunch which followed the obligatory egg hunt. See the little frangipane cakes on the cakestand? They will be the subject of the next blog post. Be sure to tune in, they were delicious.
A visit to the antiques market at Tongeren, Belgiums oldest town, which for some strange reason takes place partly on the streets and partly in an unused car park.
It is THE place to go if you want to acquire a creepy doll:
Or if a stuffed turtle is the one thing missing from your life:
By the way, I learned the hard way that the correct attitude to take at these events is the same one that guides you safely through some Middle Eastern souk: ignore the vendors, do not make eye-contact and appear supremely uninterested in EVERYTHING. If you do not abide these rules you will soon find yourself accosted by some large blonde woman who will drone on and on and on about the ‘antique’ mirror and grooming set in ‘real silver’ you where eyeing. The fact that your eye has picked out the ‘made in Taiwan’ sign and that where the ‘silver’ peels away you can clearly see some pink plastic substance will not deter them. The best strategy for escape is to mutter something incoherent in French or German or Faux-Russian and slink away. I’m very proud of my Faux-Russian; it has saved me many a time from an awkward situation.
Ambiorix, king of the Eburons. A Gallic tribe that kicked the butt of Julius Ceasar and which got him some honorary mentions in Ceasars’ “De Bello Gallico”. This little feat got him a bronze statue on the market place and made sure that that little “I’m such a mighty general, look at the size of my helmet”- tale of Julio became compulsory reading for every Belgian kid. Thanks a LOT dude!
All in all I had a fairly nice weekend. You?