Lex Immers proves footballers are still fscking thick



Lex Immers is a footballer playing for ADO Den Haag who, unlike most modern footballers, is a diehard born and bred fan of his club as well. And like almost every other club in the Netherlands, ADO Den Haag has a fierce rivalry with Ajax (though the same is not necessarily true the other way around). An ADO victory over Ajax is rare, which obviously feeds the rivalry, but even rarer is ADO winning both the away and the home match, as they managed last Sunday. Which is why Immers ended up in the supporters home celebrating. Where he did something stupid.

Because Ajax is the club of Amsterdam. And Amsterdam was traditionally a Jewish city, proud of its Jewish history. So in recent decades Ajax supporters have started to call themselves “superjoden”, Superjews. Which in turn led to quite a lot of antisemitic unpleasantness from the supporters of other clubs (including, I’m sad to say, my own, Feijenoord), something that has been not be good for the reputation of football of course and something what the Dutch football association has punished clubs harshly for when caught at it.

Which is why it has been incredibly fscking stupid of Immers to lead the crowd in a rendition of “we’re going on a Jewhunt”….

Sure, you can argue that “everybody” in football knows you mean Ajax with it, that there’s no harm meant with it and that Immers of course is not antisemitic. But while the intention might not be there, it still is an antisemitic text and when you see supporters surrounding him are doing something that looks a lot like a Hitler salute… There are still Jewish people alive in the Netherlands who lived through the war and for whom this sort of text evokes nasty memories, to say the least.

How thick do you have to be to not know that singing “we’re going on a Jewhunt” might not be the best thing to do as a professional footballer of a club whose supporters already had a reputation for their unenlightened views about race?

Bill Blackbeard for the Eisner!

Tom Spurgeon campaigns to get Bill Blackbeard in the Eisner Hall of Fame:

Bill Blackbeard is the embodiment of the impulse to see comics as more than that thing that is right before our eyes, more than that which is here and gone. He is comics’ Prester John. So much of what we value and enjoy in comics today and so much of what our grandsons and granddaughters and their progeny will enjoy 100 years from now owes its rescue from oblivion to his hard work and discerning eye.

It’s not just that Bill Blackbeard has been and still is instrumental in safeguarding the history of American comics, it’s that he showed, with The Smithsonian Collection Of Newspaper Comics and his 200 (!) other books, that this history is so much older and richer than is apparent at first sight. Before Blackbeard, it was easy to assume that the American comic strip was at best the prehistory to the real birth of the American comic book, which, with some obvious exceptions can be ignored. But Blackbeard not only told us that the truth was otherwise, he showed us. As Tom says, books like the The Smithsonian Collection Of Newspaper Comics opened people’s eyes to what had been published decades before they were, decades before the birth of the comic book itself and how sophisticated, interesting and good those comics were. If he hadn’t been there this history might have been partially or wholly lost, because it took somebody like Blackbeard to see the value in bundles of aging newsprint.

Reading David Weber on my mobile phone

Cover of Ashes of Victory


Ashes of Victory & War of Honor
David Weber
Kindle editions
published in 2000 and 2002

Bear with me because this is relevant. This January, about a year or so after everybody else, I finally broke down and got myself a smart phone on a not too onerous subscription plan. The phone I got was a HTC Wildfire, a dear little thing with some annoyances, but nothing major and because it was an Android phone, it had a version of Amazon’s Kindle available for it. Earlier this month I got this, then was looking around for some free books to put on it. Got the usual set of the Classics from Project Gutenberg of course, but I also wanted something more modern, something light and preferably science fiction, something I could read on the tram without having to pay too much attention to it.

Enter David Weber and his Honor Harrington series. Back in the nineties I devoured those books, but even then I knew they were not by any measure good books: wish fulfillment war porn with a severe case of hero worship and occasional dodgy politics and more than occasional dodgy science. Even on a sentence and paragraph level Weber is often just not very good: awkward dialogue, oodles of infodumps just as the spacewars heat up and in general too much verbiage with stock phrases repeated over and over again. Yet for all that I kept reading. I was going to just read a bit of Ashes of Victory just to test Kindle on my phone, yet here I am having read both that and War of Honor. Weber must be doing something right.

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Honey is all right but beeswax is right out

Bottle and glass of St Peters Honey Porter

So I was looking for something to drink during the last day of the Six Nations rugby and amongst others, found this: St Peter’s Honey Porter (dark brown, 4.5 % alcohol by volume). Now I like porters and I like honey flavoured beer, so the combination seemed a natural for me to try. Unfortunately, it turned out a bad idea. Perhaps this particular bottle had gone off somehow because I found it to be undrinkable, like biting into honey flavoured potpourri or beeswax. My first impression was the honey, then came the more disagreeable elements. The mouth feel was like drinking liquid soap, all smooth and cloying without any of the fizziness you expect from beer, while the taste evolved into a mixture of Cadbury’s milk chocolate and perfume, all floral and sweet. Very unpleasant indeed and in the end I poured it down the drain.

If this was how it was supposed, it wasn’t for me, though some people certainly like it.

Much more to my liking was the ordinary porter I drank before this abomination, the Klein Duimpje Porter: Light golden brown in colour, 5.5 % alcohol by volume. Starts off light, with metallic overtones, almost lager like, but becomes more bitter as the bottle progresses and ends at the Kilkenny or Murphy’s Red end of things. Something you could drink all day long without damaging your taste buds.

Truly outrageous

So so eighties.



Back in the day any half decent cartoon on Dutch telly was watched, whether or not it was a “girls” cartoon or not and Jem was better than most, mainly due to the writing talents of Christy Marx, who you may know from her work on Conan and Red Sonja for Marvel, as well as Sisterhood of Steel for Epic and Eclipse. Animation paid better, which is a bit of a shame because it’s not as comics in the eighties was overburdened with female writers…