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Belgium singer and TV host Evi Hanssen stopped drinking alcohol and wrote a book about the benefits. In the book 'Sinds ik niet meer drink' she describes 2 wetting accidents. I managed to capture some portions of the book, using Google books. Since I grew up in Belgium, I can still read most of it. Below there's a Google translation of the best parts.
https://books.google.com/books?id=e2...cover&dq=Sinds +ik+niet+meer+drink&hl=en&sa=X&redir_esc=y#v=onepa ge&q=Sinds%20ik%20niet%20meer%20drink&f=false
Video of Evi Hanssen on YouTube:
h**ps://youtu.be/SXhUeHZ8Cv4
evi hanssen_02.jpg
evi hanssen01.jpg
Google translation:
It was a nice evening, as far as I can remember. we had the
most diverse conversations: from The Lord of the Rings to the sustainable
insulating roofs and whether there is life after death. At the end of
the evening Belgian politics was discussed, and I vaguely remember that
I then reinvented the entire electoral system on my own. According to
my friend I thought that was such a good idea of mine that I used it all the time
spoke, speaking loudly and repeating myself. Apparently the others were
guests there for bacon and beans, because I simply didn't listen anymore
to the arguments of the host and hostess. Finally we had to
walk home because I was too drunk to cycle - cycling and drinking
don't go together - and along the way I laughed so hard I peed my pants.
Not much. Yet, after two deliveries and past forty
turns out my bladder is not completely waterproof, especially if I drink too much
alcohol.
My friend even filmed part of our nighttime adventure.
While I open my eyes with difficulty and feel like a very old man
erects in bed, he shows me the film in question with amusement. I see
standing myself, under the yellow light of a lamppost, wobbling on my
legs, leaning sideways against a façade. I'm holding my bicycle handlebars, but
the front tire is turned towards me, so I am trapped between the wall
and bicycle. I'm too drunk to solve this simple problem and so I stand
there to laugh and laugh a little. Until I finally manage to
turning the steering wheel away from me and then very carefully, foot
for foot, in supreme concentration and with one eye closed, a few
step forward. Then the video stops. My friend is watching me with
a broad grin and caresses my throbbing head, as you would with a
toddler does. But I don't find this funny at all, not anymore.
__________________________________________________ _____________________________________
We then went on a journey with the team of 3 with a van
along the coast of Portugal. A tiring but enjoyable journey, which happened to be
ended on my birthday. My dear colleagues had at midnight
the van decorated with streamers, cake and champagne. I see myself in the picture
with a huge bottle of champagne to my mouth, while the foam over my
clothes dripping. On the chocolate cake I hold with the other hand and
that just doesn't fall, is the number 41. The video and the photo - which I of course
shared with the rest of the world without embarrassment - shouting: 'Look at me
once, wonderfully drunk enjoying life.'
What's not there, because I've repressed that thought a bit, is
that later that night in the back seat of the van I peed my pants.
At least, I vaguely remember that. Apparently alcohol works like
a muscle relaxant, I read when I type the words 'pee drunk' on
google. That's why drunk people sometimes drop to their knees when they
get up from their seats. But other muscles also relax, such as the
sphincter around your bladder, especially if you drink very large amounts. I
suddenly remember a photo of ex- Spice Girl and fashion designer Victoria
Beckham, because I recognized myself in it with shame at the time. Not trough
her anorectic body or the zeros in her bank account, but because of her
appearance in the sewer press. At the launch of one of her collections
she stumbled out of the dub at night, supported by her husband
David. She was wearing dark sunglasses, probably because of the flashes of the
avoid rushing paparazzi. Victoria wore a stylish dark
jeans, which clearly showed a dark wet circle between her
legs. It was clear that the ex- Spice Girl had peed her pants.
Well, it was hard to deny. The photo went viral at the time, was in
all the tabloids in the world and is still on the world wide web.
Victoria never responded to that photo in question, I read in the
trade press.
As I put my phone down and push my fiancé on his side so that he
stops snoring, I wonder if my dear colleagues noticed
the next day whether a dark circle was also visible on the
seat in the back of the van. Like Victoria, I decide not to do it anyway
to respond, should it ever come up.
https://books.google.com/books?id=e2...cover&dq=Sinds +ik+niet+meer+drink&hl=en&sa=X&redir_esc=y#v=onepa ge&q=Sinds%20ik%20niet%20meer%20drink&f=false
Video of Evi Hanssen on YouTube:
h**ps://youtu.be/SXhUeHZ8Cv4
evi hanssen_02.jpg
evi hanssen01.jpg
Google translation:
It was a nice evening, as far as I can remember. we had the
most diverse conversations: from The Lord of the Rings to the sustainable
insulating roofs and whether there is life after death. At the end of
the evening Belgian politics was discussed, and I vaguely remember that
I then reinvented the entire electoral system on my own. According to
my friend I thought that was such a good idea of mine that I used it all the time
spoke, speaking loudly and repeating myself. Apparently the others were
guests there for bacon and beans, because I simply didn't listen anymore
to the arguments of the host and hostess. Finally we had to
walk home because I was too drunk to cycle - cycling and drinking
don't go together - and along the way I laughed so hard I peed my pants.
Not much. Yet, after two deliveries and past forty
turns out my bladder is not completely waterproof, especially if I drink too much
alcohol.
My friend even filmed part of our nighttime adventure.
While I open my eyes with difficulty and feel like a very old man
erects in bed, he shows me the film in question with amusement. I see
standing myself, under the yellow light of a lamppost, wobbling on my
legs, leaning sideways against a façade. I'm holding my bicycle handlebars, but
the front tire is turned towards me, so I am trapped between the wall
and bicycle. I'm too drunk to solve this simple problem and so I stand
there to laugh and laugh a little. Until I finally manage to
turning the steering wheel away from me and then very carefully, foot
for foot, in supreme concentration and with one eye closed, a few
step forward. Then the video stops. My friend is watching me with
a broad grin and caresses my throbbing head, as you would with a
toddler does. But I don't find this funny at all, not anymore.
__________________________________________________ _____________________________________
We then went on a journey with the team of 3 with a van
along the coast of Portugal. A tiring but enjoyable journey, which happened to be
ended on my birthday. My dear colleagues had at midnight
the van decorated with streamers, cake and champagne. I see myself in the picture
with a huge bottle of champagne to my mouth, while the foam over my
clothes dripping. On the chocolate cake I hold with the other hand and
that just doesn't fall, is the number 41. The video and the photo - which I of course
shared with the rest of the world without embarrassment - shouting: 'Look at me
once, wonderfully drunk enjoying life.'
What's not there, because I've repressed that thought a bit, is
that later that night in the back seat of the van I peed my pants.
At least, I vaguely remember that. Apparently alcohol works like
a muscle relaxant, I read when I type the words 'pee drunk' on
google. That's why drunk people sometimes drop to their knees when they
get up from their seats. But other muscles also relax, such as the
sphincter around your bladder, especially if you drink very large amounts. I
suddenly remember a photo of ex- Spice Girl and fashion designer Victoria
Beckham, because I recognized myself in it with shame at the time. Not trough
her anorectic body or the zeros in her bank account, but because of her
appearance in the sewer press. At the launch of one of her collections
she stumbled out of the dub at night, supported by her husband
David. She was wearing dark sunglasses, probably because of the flashes of the
avoid rushing paparazzi. Victoria wore a stylish dark
jeans, which clearly showed a dark wet circle between her
legs. It was clear that the ex- Spice Girl had peed her pants.
Well, it was hard to deny. The photo went viral at the time, was in
all the tabloids in the world and is still on the world wide web.
Victoria never responded to that photo in question, I read in the
trade press.
As I put my phone down and push my fiancé on his side so that he
stops snoring, I wonder if my dear colleagues noticed
the next day whether a dark circle was also visible on the
seat in the back of the van. Like Victoria, I decide not to do it anyway
to respond, should it ever come up.