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Bollocks to this. After a couple of days of very pleasant company and beer drinking, the whole Flemish/Dutch thing begins to wear a little bit thin. It’s not a language, it’s some kind of terrible vocal torture, as if people are trying to swallow their own heads while simultaneously attempting to cough up golfball-sized lumps of phlegm. I’m heading back to London.


  1. Take the Dutch ‘g’ with you and start practicing.

  2. “it’s not a language”? as i said before, dutch is the mother of all languages, so you’d better get your act together buddy. or has this villainous comment got something fe do with the fact arsenal did not walk over ajax despite overwhelming facts in their favour?