Swiss herbs

Sipwell will be absent from this pages from April 11 till April 18. He was convicted very recently on the charges of telling severe porkies to underaged people and is sentenced to eight days in the Mental Institute for Severe Cases of Sarcasm and Irony. The judge did not take his apparent acute schizophrenia, wherein he believed to be a well-respected and much loved game participant next to - in real life - a 120 kg. weighing, unshaved and smelly midget into account (as this is in my opinion not true, I copied it from the newspaper which wrote an article about the trial: this was their version; let them have it! All people who know me know that I am a tall, slim and extremely good looking bloke!).

Sipwell will be treated with German humourlessness, British stiffness, American emptiness and Swiss herbs: he is a bit in doubt whether these four things will be given orally or up the rear end… Next to that the cure for his schizophrenia will consist out of long and most probably boring talks with people claiming to be nothing less than psychotherapists. Sipwell knows by now that these folks grow on trees and fall off once they are half-ripe. He heard that some of these therapists claim to be able to help him with "their special thingie". At least, that is a rumour he heard in a private chat.

In all probability his condition will deteriorate as he is allergic to Swiss products – the sight of a Swiss knife already gives him the shivers; luckily for him is the Swiss chocolate worth nothing compared to the Belgian chocolate… we will not discuss Swiss wine (laughs), shall we – and is, in his free time a gifted loner, which means he will lock himself up to develop ‘cunning plans’ and punish all those who are responsible for this.

I would say: enjoy his last moment of relative sanity!

sipwell