I build this thing behind the shirt with bricks my neighbours couldn’t use anymore.
It’s a sort of the front of a boat. That’s what it reminds me of.
There is probably a name for it, but I really don’t know about that.
Although I just finished reading Moby Dick.
Each year some bricks fall down. That’s because of the cats that think my garden is their domain.
I don’t agree with them.
& Each spring I trie to put those bricks back.
But repairing my ‘boat’ is waking up toads, sleeping underneath them during the winter.
That’s always the time of the year I decide not to dare to enter my garden again for the rest of the year.
I’ve been walking the Southdowns.
I even arrived in Brighton, but didn’t go much further.
It kept on raining. & 1 Of the soles of my shoes got loose.
I stayed in a youth hostel in a tiny village & walked my way to Lewes, to get my shoe repaired.
I felt lost.
Especially thanks to the old major in retirement who ran the hostel at that moment.
He treated me as if I was 1 of his soldiers. Which I was not.
The only thing I ever did was going to the boy scouts.
That’s what I think about when somebody reminds me of the Southdowns.
My 2 bikes are both looking as solid as this 1 on the shirt, but mine are both green.
The oldest 1 is hanging, attached with ropes, to the ceiling. It’s a Kronan.
I thought, when I bought my new bike 1½ year ago, that I would gonna use it regularly.
So with some pulleys it would be easy to get the bike down.
It’s hanging there, my bike.
The only thing it’s doing there is hitting my head when I don’t pay attention.
Most of the time when that happens I’m glad I’m wearing my hat. Coming from the same brewery as this T here.
Something else: I think that for a Pro-account on Flickr, for which you have to pay a certain amount of money, one gets a miserable statcounter. The worst statistics I know of within the whole social media- & Blogosphere.
I did shake hands with the brewer, it’s only a few months ago, although he didn’t bring me a new shirt.
I didn’t tell him though that I badly needed a new 1. This 1 here has some white spots.
I shouldn’t wear this T anymore, but on a calm day like this, well, I can. For 1 time.
Say goodbye to the T & hope some day Garrett Oliver has been reading this text & will return to Amsterdam to hand me over…
I got this with Christmas, together with another one, from an english guy who is visiting our brewery for at least once a year.
He’s always sitting there, hardly saying anything.
I told him I had the same shirt he was wearing. I also told him beershirts were the only beerthings I was collecting.
Then he promised to come back a day later. To bring me a shirt.
So 2nd Christmas Day I was happy.
But don´t make it a habit, since I don´t like Christmas.
I don´t want to change that, just for some shirts I got.
When I showed the green version of this T-shirt I didn’t tell the story behind it.
Not that it’s very special, but it was so very kind of the man.
I gave a tour once to the guy who brewed at Magnolia. Just for him.
He was grateful & we swopped T-shirts.
But I accidently told him that green was my favourite colour.
I didn’t do that on purpose.
The guy was so kind to send me a green one when he got home.
That’s why this one still looks pretty decent.
Well, that chili beer is also for a certain type of people.
Maybe we can’t call them wimps, but I doubt whether they’re better off than those limeloving beerdrinkers.
The backside says: A real winner, seeks long term relationship.
Now I don’t know why they’ve been using the comma , but more annoying is the text itself.
I’m glad it’s on the backside.
I have to work behind the counter. With my face towards the customers.
I hope I won’t show them my back.
I’m not seeking a long term relationship, let that be clear.
I’m sorry, ladies.
I don’t have much to say, this day that is the day after yesterday.
I’m trying to revive a bit. I’m busy with that the whole morning already.
So nothing new here. Except for the fact that tomorrow it’ll be the 200th T-shirt I’m gonna place here.
I’m coming close to the end.
In a few weeks it’ll be over.
Then I’m gonna start trying to write stories again.