Soofje came along this afternoon with two tickets for the Fantasy Fest in Rijswijk next weekend. I don't know what that lady was talking about, but it sounded like a nightmare with pointers. Hardly comics, but a surplus of dressed people, I fear. Soofje wants to visit the booth of her friend Dinie, you know, the lady who's stripping our experiences. And I can come with you. Probably because I get to play her cab. Sad can spend another day with Buuv Annie.

Soofje has put her tight blue suit ready again, which according to her Mystique should be and does not like it when I talk to her with Smurfette. I have to be careful about that, because before you know it, I'm walking around in something ridiculous. Luckily, she hasn't talked about it lately.

I did, of course, check if there was a comic shop nearby, but I understood that it is in an industrial area and the building is called the Broodfabriek. And then I get curious. It turned out to be a real bread factory where once the eternally fresh KingCorn was baked. My peers probably remember their recame (I'm going to live with Japie) For the younger readers: That advertising made more impression than that sticky bread. It's not for nothing that it hasn't been made for about 25 years. At least I hope so. But just to be safe, I'll bring my own little bamboo.

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Jiang