If you're feeling down and you don't really know why. If you want to have a good laugh. If you don't understand much about the world, and even less about people. If you don't get what you think you deserve because they don't see you, the idiots. If you can count on one hand the number of times you've felt free and carefree in the past year. If you want to smash things but don't dare.
After an introduction in which he reminded us all of our meaningless, shitty lives, there followed an exhilarating hour and a half packed with hilarity, a dismantling of the Jesus myth, emotion, useful tips for the bakery, a few English expressions, Skopja skopja, and above all, Wim Helsen.
Wim Helsen Heden Soup! HOMELESS, KINGS, SAINTS AND COLD WATER FISHING: They all eat soup. Also mistresses love soup. They eat them with spoons, some dip bread in it or slurp on the edge of their soup bowl. One can of doing anything. Tomatoes, leeks, pumpkins, chicken. But loving thoughts, secret messages and mushrooms are allowed. And say nothing of balls. In mysterious faraway places there that make soup from nettles. Dogs bark for soup. One gets it warm from the inside (in his body).
