I’m so happy my son finally settled upon the distinguished profession of blogging and didn’t become an axe killer or a yakuza film star.
After wrestling with the arm rest for nearly an hour, he was absolutely relentless in his refusal to give it up to me and later even had the audacity to ask me for my barf bag. This passenger left a great deal to be desired.
Fellow KLM passenger (10/18 RateYourPassenger survey)
A flippant swashbuckler who writes with the wit of a Bavarian peacock and the morals of a wild pigeon.
Mr. Bagatellen is a Northern phenomenon: thought weaver, starry-eyed philosopher and an intellectual nomad who likes his kombucha tea to be organic and triple-filtered, with a dab of Siberian ginseng.
A true free-spirited, wandering “wayfarer” in every sense of the word, recent sightings have included a spearfishing stint in the Arctic Circle and an Honourable Mention at the International Pimp Slapp’d by a Penguin Piano Competition, where he was singled out by critics for his unusual pedalling and broad humming palette.
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