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Benespection

Posted by Simon Butcher on
Belgium
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Lately I realise my life is amazingly out of balance. I'm now forced to play catch-up with everything going on around me, not only at work but in my personal life; Everything's out of kilter, and this is why I haven't had time to return phone calls, answer emails, scratch that bloody mozzie bite on the side of my arm, or write blog entries.

I've started to write about several things, but they've never really gotten anywhere beyond simple statements. As most of these are inspired by something I've seen, I thought that the best way to deal with them was to sporadically compile a little post that was somewhat closer to a photo-blog. In a moment of weakness, I unfortunately invented a little word for this; Apologies in advance.

ben·e·spec·tion
  (běn'ə-spěk'shən)
noun
  1. The act of visually discovering an unusual element of daily life that would otherwise be overlooked
  2. The ability to overcome selective vision to find discover out of place elements within one's habitat
Copyright © 2007 Simon's Bogus Dictionary of Bollocks, First Edition
Tightrope wakling behind the Bourse
A few months ago I caught this on my way shopping. The guy was tight-rope walking (and cycling) in a suit with a depressed look on his face all to the tune of some morbidly slow and equally dark music. His kit was all mounted on the back of a flat-bed truck, and looked like it could be quickly folded up and moved anywhere. It was odd.
Proof-reading is a lost art
Left over from the recent festival, this portable genset provided another sign that proof-reading has become a lots atr. Every sign on this box, of various sizes, had the same mistake. I also saw this mistake on other units around the city. Meh, it's Belgium, and they probably couldn't care less.
I waw here
Either I've missed something, or spelling is also on the brink of extinction. Kids: it's “i wuz 'ere” followed by at least the last two digits of the year.
The Rouppe-Bums return
For the second year running, the summer bums on my square have returned. Last year they spent the entire summer hanging out there, drinking beer. They're quiet and harmless, but I thought it was bizarre that once it turned summer they were back. Now that summer is essentially over, they've left.
STIB soccer
Returning late one night, I caught a metro at Mérode. The station was practically empty, besides myself, a few other passengers, and two of the STIB's “prevention” guys hanging around. They were so bored that they were playing soccer on the platform. At one stage the ball (inevitably) fell onto the tracks, so while one called to stop the on-coming metro the other jumped on the tracks to fetch the ball. Would this be one of those “abuse of power” things?

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