Invader Stu: Undercover Englishman

After many years of living in the Netherlands I have come to a conclusion that has not been easy to accept. I have been trying to ignore this revelation for some time but I must finally accept it: I would be a terrible spy.

The child in me has taken this as a heavy blow. During my day-to-day life in the Netherlands I regularly find myself in situations that would result in my cover being blown if I were an undercover spy.

First contact with the enemy

It can happen in a supermarket queue, on a train platform or any other place where random people gather together in close proximity.

It might begin with an observation about the weather, a comment about something amusing or any random topic that can spark a conversation between strangers.

All that matters is as soon as someone says something to me in Dutch that I do not understand, I only have a moment to decide: apologise and tell them I don’t understand; or react as if I do understand (and hide my identity as an Englishman).

Blowing my cover

Being honest usually results in a look of sympathy without the comment being repeated in English, so I often try to hide my lack of linguistic skills with a smile and a nod.

It’s a simple plan designed to avoid the awkward moment, but it usually backfires...

The fake response is sometimes so convincing that it starts an actual conversation. Although it is occasionally possible to continue this sham for a short while, "something" usually happens that brings the whole charade crashing down to the ground.

Even if it’s impossible to understand what they are saying, the rising inflexion at the end of their sentence is unmistakable. They just asked a question, a question that demands an answer, a question that can’t be answered with frantic nodding and smiling unless I want to appear very simple and slightly scary.

We have ways of making you talk

If I were living in a World War II spy movie (in Germany), it would probably not be long before I was dragged away to a basement to spend sometime in the company of a man who has an unhealthy interest in dentistry.

However, my Dutch language skills would not be a complete loss. If my interrogator asked if I "had a bonus card" or "wanted mayonnaise on my fries" as he was pulling my teeth, I would be able to reply convincingly and still hide my true identity as an Englishman.

Luckily, I have not found myself victim to such interrogation. However, my failed attempts at blending in do cause me a lot of embarrassment, much more than if I had just admitted to being English.

This is why I would be a terrible spy, but maybe it also means that the Dutch would make great interrogators!

Invader Stu is an accident-prone Englishman who has been suffering from Dutch culture shock for over a decade. Enjoy his stories, more of which can be found on Invading Holland.

Stuart B


Stuart B

An accident prone Englishman living in Holland since 2001. Still not great with the language but finds stampot lekker.

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