Me and my sister

I look like some kind of Ivo Niehe here, don't I? Or like some arrogant teenage jerk.
Real eightees-teens weren't we? These are my sister Victorine and me (Julius) in 1982!
Yes, think Avalon by Roxy Music, picture the days of Africa Toto, Don't Go Yazoo,
Do You Really Want To Hurt Me? Culture Club and OUCH! you're there... Just look at us, with our new Levis-sweaters on, geez! Spoiled dutch brats? Nope, don't let this happy photograph fool you, I mean, we were all fighting each other at home in one way or the other, in those days. Of course, we had to get up early for school back then, so no wonder we were so edgy and all. They always say it has to do with your age, puberty and bull like that. I don't believe in that. If you ask me, you just shouldn't force kids to learn something they will never use in their future, which unfortunately is often the case. No wonder they walk away from home and are having problems at home. Well but hey, I thought it was a nice picture, especially since Vic and me look so darn prosperous here. Like some rich kids or something. Hey we weren't really poor, but not rich either, so it gives a cool misleading picture of us. Neat, really neato. I have only 1 genuine sister, from the same mother, by the way, and this is her. She's from 1967 and born in Amsterdam. I also have 3 younger half-sisters...
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here's us in the seventees

How embarrassing, that non-muscular body of me back then. It's all different now, it's more don't hate me because I'm beautiful time now ;-)  My sis and I are always joking about me being a stripper in the iT lately. She's currently doing a sportsmassage-course by the way. The film-negatives of these photographs are missing - thank God. Why do I put them out on the www then? Well, it's a rush, it's a kick. Showing you my most embarrassing moments in life. And haha, how smooth: You see two angels above our heads.
This one is shot on a hot summer-day, on top of a mountain in the south of France, at the outside of some Chapel. So, my goodness, even some religious material in my pages? Hmm, nope, don't think so; We, my sister and I, weren't religious at all. In fact, I remember us stealing the 'donated' coins from a can that was laying there at some chapel like that in France once, to go and buy candy with it. (WERE WE A BAD SEED? Well no actually, it wasn't our parents' fault) The scary part is, that after having done that, we got so much bad luck over there, that we finally went back to the chapel and put the money back in the can and added a 10 cent-bonus... As religion always tends to be forgiving, but only when you seem to really mean it. Apparently the gods bought it and the bad luck that summer ended. This proved they (the gods) always fall for that shit: You just pretend to be good and giving when necessary, and it works!
Yes, you got that right: Religion is our cup-of-tea...
Worse, we ask you to do something against that sickening scientology-movement.
And oh yeah, there's a lot more about me or my relatives.

Signing off,