Stories and silliness
Some things in life are decided for us by Obviousness, the obese uncle of Karma and Lady Luck who talks the loudest and is always the first one in line at the buffet of choice. When Obviousness picked up his plate and looked at the plethora of options with large eyes, who else would get chosen to go on the Olympic trip with me but a friend whose nickname is pronounced as “bear”.
Want to read more? Click here to read the full story. “Polar bears on ice – Part 2”
A coin flips. Lady Luck waves a hand and smiles. There’s a tingle as the coin hits the floor. It balances on its side, unsure what to do.
“No! Not this time,” Karma growls. Her slender hand soars through the air, slapping Lady Luck hard across the cheek. The coin decides and topples. Karma is a bitch.
“Polar bears on ice” is an ice skating spectacle for the whole family, starring Olympic level polar bear sledding, a formula to calculate the distance of culinary decadence, awkward introductions with Olympic celebrities and, in the lead role, a skill game of mathematical proportions.
Want to read more? Click here to read the full story. “Polar bears on ice – Part 1”
Like many people I love going to the cinema to watch a good movie, to enjoy splashing special effects on the big screen, to get sucked into a gripping story and feel an emotional connection to the characters due to magnificent acting. Yet for some reason I found myself at a movie theatre watching “Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End” a few years back; a movie that is not exactly known to be the best in the series, but rather Disney’s third squeeze of money out of a wobbly boat attraction – just like the people in Stø; frickin Stø.
Continue reading for a story about raving sound effects, an intermission folded in the fourth dimension, a scientifically correct complaint and two atoning movie tickets.
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English is not my native language. It’s not even Belgium’s second or third language. I constantly try to improve my English, but this story proves that no matter how many books you read, audiobooks you listen to, or movies you watch, sometimes you mess up.
Mature wild boars are dangerous animals. If you happen to come eye to eye with one and they feel threatened, you are basically screwed, or better yet, skewered. They will outrun you, have sharper pointy ends than most of us humans and can even uproot trees in case you decide to climb one to get away – the tree, not the boar. In short, you don’t want to meet one of them in person. This is a story about poor planning, lime-flavoured poison, a retired Nascar driver, benches full of stupid and noisy, unprocessed bacon.
