He's a massive asshat. He's purely focused on money. Puts on a smile for the camera, but don't you DARE talk to him when the camera is off. His time is more precious than that of European nation leaders. Unless you're paying him thousands by the hour, DON'T talk to him. Kids want his autograph? Fuck'em. A photo op with a kid? Well, are the parents paying? Then get out of his face. Everything is about his big fancy villa and getting his talentless son a leg up into the media world. Camera turns off, smile dissapears, Gertje walks off stage calling his lawyer, presumably about their purchase of some villa in spain or some private plane flight.
Source: know several people who volunteer security for events, who've worked with hundreds of belgian celebrities. There's ones who will make coffee for the volunteers. The (larger) second type, there's ones who appreciates the stuff and amenities made ready in their waiting room to help them relax for a show. And lastly here's those who throw a fit about not having champagne and caviar now, now, now! And dont you dare look at them with your mortal eyes. Karen Dahmen is the first type. She lives for being kind and for the kids. Gert Verhulst is the third type. He (and to a lesser extent, his below-average intelligence nepotistic son) are the most vile people I've ever had the dissapointing displeasure of meeting.