Rumour has it that life's hardship leads light the path to salvation...
Maybe in these so-called times of world wide crises, where the countless unemployed have Nada more to do but wasting the afternoon watching football matches on TV, though I have to be carefull making these grand assumptions knowing fully well that numerous males might disagree totally convinced that watching football matches on huge flatscreen TV set while knocking down cans of brewskies is much more preferably than getting thin soles on the undersides of your shoes running crisscross all over the city looking for possible job interviews, maybe play cards with the mates, joyfully aware that the financial problems hitting hard is actually a blessing in disguise for us the lads...
Me, I spend these dismal days of talking heads on the aforementioned flatscreen talking pessimism into the ground, analysing the future of the doomed Euro and the support packets for the "lazy" Greek, keeping myself busy with my jars of paint, though trying hard to stay economical by painting on newspaper pages instaed of buying expensive drawing paper, trying hard this way to show some simpathy with these fat bellied soccer fans idling all over the couch in unwashed jeans while Mommy The Wife is busy getting the kids from school, prepare the green pea soup we, the Dutch, call Snert and not all that popular by Argentinian born queen to be of Holland, Maxima...
No real hardship here in this country but spoiled semi-drunk soccer watchers, so no path to salvation either I guess...
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