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About Tilburg

But nah, it ain’t all laughs. Last week, got mugged tryin to score—some git nicked me wallet while I’m hagglin with this bird. Pissed me right off! “We shall fight on the beaches,” I mutter, shakin me fist, but she just scarpered, leavin me skint. Surprised me how quick she bolted—faster’n Churchill runnin from a taxman! Reckon she’d fit right in that film, all mysterious, vanishin into the fog like Maggie Cheung in her cheongsam.

A bicycle trip around the Netherlands turns back the clock like child's play.

What I learned about the risks of endless war, trauma, and guns while reporting on one general's headlong effort to save lives. By Ben Hattem.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, drenched, trying to eat my frikandel. I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “Why, Hattem, why?” I shout to the sky. But then I see a group of people dancing in the rain. They’re having the time of their lives! I can’t help but join in.

Interpretations of the Past