The 7 guilty pleasures of Lynn
If you read my very first Amayzine post you know that I am full of guilty pleasures. I confessed back then that I, uniquely in the Netherlands, prefer YouTube over Netflix. But it can get worse, those secret delights. Just read along with my embarrassing enjoyment.
1. Bathroom concerts
Of course, we all do a Trijntje Oosterhuis once in a while when we're in the shower, because wow, it echoes so nicely. Still, I often perform as if there’s a sold-out Ziggo Dome in front of me and my microphone is broken. Sorry neighbors…
2. Mayonnaise on everything
A barbaric habit but with a dollop of mayo – no fry sauce – life tastes so much better. Mayo as a side dressing on a salad, mayo on a croissant, mayo with chips, mayo with avocado, mayo with a toastie or mayo with a fried egg. Oh yes, and generous portions. When I go out to eat and I see those little cups of mayo the size of a cap of Spa blue being served, I already order three extra in advance.
3. SkyRadio
Not just at Christmas. Something I never dare to confess because SkyRadio isn’t that sexy. But believe me: it can get worse, because my mother listens to Candlelight Music.
4. Not removing make-up before going to bed
I don’t have an evening routine. Usually, I doze off on the couch and sleepwalk to my bed and then that mascara is still on, yes. I’ll wash it off the next morning. This is definitely the pleasure that gets the most comments.
5. Sausage rolls
From the kiosk at the station when the train is delayed. A compressed sausage whose recipe you don’t want to read. And then with that pastry-fat soaked napkin. Disgustingly enjoyable.
6. Swedish puzzling
Is completely legal in my group of friends. Still, that’s not something I confess on a first date.
7. Preferably in the passenger seat
Again, not sexy, quite annoying and pretty childish, but I can’t help it. If I get to choose, I completely shotgun that passenger seat instead of taking the wheel myself. A. I don’t know the way anywhere (not even in the area where I’ve lived for 23 years), B. I get endlessly flustered by cars behind me and C. I’m a blind mole when it comes to parking. Even in an empty residential area, I end up in the bushes.
To be continued, because I’m going to make sure all Amayzers bare their souls. Look, confess away.
