After I’ve posted this I’m taking this weekend off blogging. The weather is gorgeous: the sky is blue and cloudless, the temperature clement; the garden is full of tulips in statuesque full bloom and all the waterside trees are dressed in a froth of blossom and fresh green. Thanks, global warming! The streets are thronged with what seems half the world’s youth, all en fete in their new spring clothes. Amsterdam has a barely suppressed air of freshness, gaiety and optimism, an all too brief moment in a city than can be so grim, grey and dour.
If I don’t do something a little more life-affirming than ponder death, destruction and the general shittiness of life for a while I swear I’ll rip out the spacebar from this kb and slit my wrists with it. But I didn’t want to just bugger off with no notice and without leaving a holiday treat, so to get us in the proper holiday mood, first up’s a seasonal classic.
(It’s Good Friday – how could I not?)
Staying on the spiritual enrichnment theme, today we’re going to spend this afternoon sitting under a tree at an Amsterdam canalside cafe in between shoe shops, watching the world go by and generally feeling smugly cosmopolitan. I already chose the shoes last week – the shopping is just a formality and an excuse to just loaf about gezellig cafes imbibing the holiday atmosphere. The rest of the weekend, who knows? What does one do when one does not blog?
Next clip is a relaxed chat to go with your hot cross buns (or regional paschal treat of choice should you celebrate Easter) and coffee -here’s some gentle comic iconoclasm from the sadly missed Dave Allen, who’s musing about the story of Adam and Eve:
Since no comedy double seems complete without a third video these days, here’s another and it’s -surprise, surprise – about religion again. I’d been looking for a clip of Louis Theroux’s documentary about the Westboro Baptist Church, which we watched on the BBC last week, when I found this instead: an elder male Phelps (the Phelps are known for their rigid fundyism and er, unique theology) being flirted with by an Australian interviewer who seems to know no fear. “…but they’re just so firm!” Heh.
What’s that you say? You want your Easter egg now?
Sorry, can’t do it – the chocolate clogs up the tubes and besides the Easter bunny has other plans this weekend.
Have a nice weekend – I’ll be back late Monday evening/Tuesday morning, euroweenie time, newly shod and spiritually refreshed.
