A pitiful photo but then it's better than any of Derk the Berk's recent photos e.g. there are none. Right in the middle of plastic-bag-seagull season and with dubious flocculating quacks for insane smelly people to look at and there isn't a peep out of him? Do you know why? It's because he doesn't live in this country anymore, he's a Belgian.
Anyway I'm away out to celebrate, stick on a bit of slap, my size 12 high heels and hit the town for advocaat spritzers. See you later girlfriends.