Dear Johan Derksen,

First of all: I am not one of the many Johan Derksen haters. On the contrary, I watch you quite often. A bit of rambling about the news of the day, not shy to say something unconventional and always straight-backed. Regardless of your employer, you say what you think and even if the devil himself dances around the Vandaag Inside table with a burning sword, not a whisker of yours will tremble out of place.

Since last night, I can only think of one thing. The moment when that woman, about forty years ago, must have woken up. With one hand against her throbbing forehead and one hand under her shoulders, she tried to carefully push herself up, wondering where she was and especially what had happened before she fell into a black hole, caused by alcohol and drugs. She tried to stand up straight, pulling her soiled skirt down when she felt in her body, which felt like it had served as a Formula 1 track, suddenly a ‘souvenir’ that you and your buddies had left in her most intimate part.

You mentioned it yesterday in your program as a sort of reconciliation towards Johnny de Mol. A ‘haven't we all done that at some point’ you tried to pull, it was just shy of being a completely normal thing to say, but I think for you it equates to taking home the tip jar from the restaurant where you work. It’s not right, but it is funny, that’s for sure.

When I tried to catch my breath after your words and removed the hand I had slapped over my mouth to call out to my beloved if I had really heard this correctly, it went a bit further. René van der Gijp (who needs a laugh cannon when you have René van der Gijp sitting at the table?) almost choked on his red wine. Whether you had also lit that candle (because that was the souvenir, a candle) and that the lady in question was lucky there was no baseball bat in the room, because then you would have surely parked that in there.

From that moment on, I was disillusioned. And nauseous. And I can only think of you, because how can you do that, say that and think that, to your daughter (because how can someone with a daughter say something so light-hearted and laugh it off? That could have been your daughter), but especially about that woman. Because the wound that may have healed a bit after all those years is now wide open again and I am disgusted by it.