"I didn’t know I was this geeky until I discovered the online world through my office’s 2400 baud modem back in ’93." Tag Archives for saturday afternoon
Mr Butcher, dirty bollocks
Utrechtsestraat, Saturday afternoon. I’m in search of pork belly but the luxury butcher is all out of pig. ‘We had to send it back, it wasn’t right.’ Poor piggie. Murdered to death and then discarded. I try my luck at … Continue reading
Overheard 1
Location: sportswear shop in Amsterdam-Zuid. When: Saturday afternoon. Who: American woman customer to friend/salesperson. What: “… and this is my lover Melvin.” Do people actually say that?
