I am now commuting daily between home and work, which on a good day is about an hour and a quarter but on a bad day anything pushing 2-3. As you can imagine with most places the volume of traffic is rather predictable at given points. I am lucky in that most of my route is free moving most of the time.
Anyway as I was pootling along at 120km/h ish I was happily listening to the radio and avoiding the potholes and crazy loons with their last minute.com changes to road position. On the radio, once again freely airing, Rosana's 'What's My Mother f**king Name' was playing out uncensored and probably in multiple nursery schools across Belgium. Now I am used to the apparent lack of regard for explicit English swear words being used on the Belgian radio during the day but what nearly made me swerve into the central reservation and had me cursing at the radio was when the DJ and his guest had an exchange. The subject of the exchange escapes me now but the guest muttered under his breath God Damn It in Dutch and was told off by the DJ saying hey hey this is national radio, please! I mean what? I think my tirade at the radio lasted at least 2 minutes. It made an otherwise routine trip just a tad more interesting.
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