When I was nominated for a Bloggie I was over the moon. I was thrilled and honoured to be finalist amongst so many brilliant and amazing blogs. I felt like the excited and proud little kid who had been allowed to stay up passed his bedtime one night amongst ‘the adults’.
And although I might have not won I am still thrilled and honoured to be on of the runner-up (inner little kid in me is still extremely happy). Huge congratulations to the winner Tallblokes’s Talkshop.
And I am still extremely grateful. Invading Holland has been getting so much amazing attention lately which it could not have achieved without your support. An article in Het Parool, an appearance on Dutch television, amazing reviews, articles on IamExpat and being a finalist in the famous Bloggies. I could not be happier.
So I would like to say a huge thank you to everyone who has ever clicked on, visited, read, browsed, followed, shared, bookmarked, searched for, linked to and/or commented on this blog. You have helped make it what it is today not only by continuing to make it so much fun to write (and draw) but by also help my crazy adventures and strange observations to reach new people.
Thank you to all my readers, thank you to all the bloggers I have got to know, thank you to all my friends and most of all, thank you to the Dutch. Without you and your strange quarks I’d have a lot less to write about.
Another one of my stories was recently featured on the radio back in old blighty as part of the fantastic Stuart Britton Show (no relation).
You can listen to the reading by Alan Lambourn right here:
… or by clicking here.
Once again, I’d like to say a big thank you to Stuart Britton, Alan Lambourn and everyone one else involved with the show.
As I stare out into the cold night air of Rotterdam from the station platform where I await the arrival of my train I realize that I am a man who has been lied to. I am a man who has been wronged… I am a man suffering injustice.
The train time table clearly stated that the next train to Dordrecht would be arriving at platform 7 at 23:01 but it is 23:02 and there is no train in sight. I am annoyed. It is not the first time a train time table has lied to me.
The platform’s electronic information board provides me with no assistance either. Instead it simply sits there, blank, suggesting that the train has been cancelled all together.
“This really takes the biscuit.” I mutter under my breath bitterly, evoking snack food to punctuate my anger at the sheer injustice of it all.
Sure it is only a minute but that is not the point. I’m not just annoyed about this delay but all the delays we have all had to suffer in our lives. All the unexpected technical difficulties, broken signals and leaves on the line we have all had to endure.
It becomes clear to me what must be done. We the passengers must unite. They cannot ignore us all if we unify. We must rise up as one and in a united voice tell them, “One minute is not an expectable delay.” Oh yes! As the spirit of rebellion rises inside me I decide that I will be that first voice. I will be heard. If they think I’m going to let them get away with this any longer they have another thing coming. If they think I’m simply going to stand here on platform 6 and…
My internal rant suddenly comes a halt as I realize my horrible mistake. I am standing at platform 6. I should be standing at platform 7. Platform 7 is directly behind me… and so is my train.
I spin around just in time to see the doors of the 23:01 to Dordrecht closing. It’s so close I can almost touch it. How could I have failed to notice an entire train arriving directly behind me?
All I can do is simply watch as my train slowly pulls out of the station and begins its journey towards Dordrecht. I Sigh and check the train time table. The next train is at 23:31.
Regular readers who picked up a copy of Het Parool this morning might have been more then a little surprised to discover this article as they slowly read through its pages with their morning coffee:
Hopefully you did not have your mouth full of coffee at the time otherwise it might have gotten quite messy. I know I was both shocked, happy and delighted when they contacted me and asked if I would like to do an interview. It is a huge honour.
If you read the news paper today and are visiting Invading Holland for the first time; Welcome. My name is Stuart and it is a pleasure to meet you.
If you would like to know where to start here are some suggest:
- The Guide to Circle Parties
- The Guide to Sinterklaas
- Expat Supporters
- Administrative Error
And if you would like to vote for Invading Holland in the up coming Bloggies you can do so here: www.bloggies.com
*All he’s been doing for the last half hour is nodding and smiling.