July 22nd, 2002

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Bart Chabot - Broodje halfom (02-022)

The second part of the biography of Herman Brood. It's just over a year ago that Brood died. This book is the second in a series of four, number three is due out just after the summer. I cannot imagine that anyone, who has read one of these books, would not want to read the others. Brood was completely unique. He was the junk the whole country loved. He got away with the weirdest behaviour, the explanation 'that's Herman' was enough to explain the strangest excesses. Friend, author, performer and biographer Chabot has been following him for years and still manages to be surprised sometimes.

This book is as hilarious as the first one, not as big, but the quality doesn't suffer. In one great story, Herman forgets his gun when leaving the train. Let me just explain here that guns aren't as common in the Netherlands as in some other countries. Hardly anybody has one. You need to register and have a really good explanation to have one. In Herman's case, the reason is easy: he is Herman. So at the train station he just tells the staff what happened, they immediately make contact and explain the staff on the train where it is (on the hook where normal people would put their coat), who in turn promise to send it back as soon as possible to the previous station.

Another classic is the opening page, where Chabot comes to pick up Brood for a visit to Belgium. He asks him if he has read the first part of the biography. Brood had. Did he like it? The answer is a classic: "Some parts seemed familiar to me". Rock 'n roll junkie Herman Brood is a hero. I can't wait for the third part.
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Number of times I have been in love: I'm not sure. At least once perhaps a bit more often
Number of times I have had my heart broken: 2, though in completely different ways
Number of hearts I have broken: I'm afraid many, though I'm only sure about a few
Number of boys I have kissed in my life: None
Number of girls I have kissed: Many. I'm sure the real number shouldn't be here
Number of continents I have visited: I haven't been in Africa yet. Nor Antartica.
Number of drugs taken illegally: 1 and I didn't even know until afterwards, I ate some space cake, though I was told it was 'herbal' cake. I could have guessed.
Number of people I would classify as true, could trust with my life type friends: Perhaps 2
Number of people from high school that I stayed in contact with: Half a dozen regularly, a few more incidentally
Number of cd's that I own?: 296 (excluding the ones that are 'burned'.)
Number of piercings: None. Too scared, not my style either.
Number of tattoos: None
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: Roughly guessed a few dozen times
Number of scars on my body: knee, foot, forehead. That makes 3, a few little ones to go with that.
Number of scars on my heart: One or two.
Number of people that have made me scared of what they could do to me physically: Quite a few.
Number of things in my past that I regret: You only regret the things you didn't do. One of 'The best of Readers Digest'- wisdoms that really applies to my life. I even translated it into Spanish one day. Perhaps I shouldn't have (question 2). O no, I only regret the things I didn't do. So none then.
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