Category: Madopar

A tale of some cities

Just now, carefully going about my business, I picked up on quite a bit of tension in the atmosphere .. that nervous pre-public holiday kind of mild panic. I just counted my blessings that at least, small mercies indeed, I didn’t have to drag Mr Madopar into a […]

Smugness is as smugness does

Travelling around Europe about six years ago as a devastatingly awkward 18 or 19yr old, I enjoyed people everywhere saying, “Ah! Holland. Cruyff!” Over the years this turned into, “Ah, Holland. Van Basten, Gullit!” Somehow it never became, “Ah, Holland. Van de Kerkhof!” For me, the Boy from […]