I watched the Domino Day programme last Friday. Big mistake. It reinforced my natural propensity toward cultural pessimism and misanthropy.
Because I had to dine out first, I missed the opening sparrow memorial service. Maybe other Dutch patrons can fill the .org members in on that.
The first shocker was Nance's hair which had been superglued to her skull in an apparent attempt to give her a 'new look', thus ruining the full babe effect for me. That was a bad omen.
Second shocker was the voice-over. The domino's had been arranged in more or less huge panels. Each panel depicted a legend or fairy-tale. As the panels and sub-panels toppled, the voice-over told the accompanying story. Or tried to. And failed in the most miserable, butt-squeezingly embarrassing way. On the Fall of Troy:
''Will Troy finally meet its Waterloo?'
On the Japanese fairy-tale of the stone-cutter:
'Here we see the lowly stone-cutter, chipping away day and night at the rock. One day the King happens to pass by.'
The King of Japan.
By the time they reached the final panel, family members had long ceased to speak to me. I had sunk into a sort of Rip van Winckle-ish stupor, my mind clouded by images of toppling governments, voice-over actors with their tongues superglued to their palates, and historic panels of Hans Brinker on wooden shoes shoving his thumb up his own fundament.
It took two glasses of cognac, some quality attention and the instalment of a particularly gory video to bring me to my senses.
Two hours of domino's and not a single full body shot of Nance. This country is going to the dogs.
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