royal york

Last night I attended the 50th anniversary dinner of The Netherlands Luncheon Club. Not that I am a member, I am just such a lucky bastard that I get invited to these kinds of things. And I love it, even formal dress can't stop me from accepting such invitations. Hell, I can dress up like anything if I want to. Above three very well known and very nice people from the Toronto Dutch community. We were the odd ones out, the average age last night in the faded (the wine was so bad that my table neighbour and I ran to the bar nextdoor for a beer, in order to prevent permanent brain damage) glory of the Royal York hotel was well over seventy. But they danced the night away on the tunes of the Tribute to Glenn Miller band. I must admit the music was almost too much for me. But the company was fab. I bet you can't begin to imagine the stories these ladies had to tell. They sure are living happily ever after, I can tell you that much.

And now for some wickedness. Here's the Grunberg column the VPRO gids didn't want us to read. He's getting old, Grunberg. Milder and milder.