Unfortunately it was not a "pleasure" trip that took in the sights and smells of Amsterdam's cafe culture but a work trip to see how our Dutch sister company does things. As you can imagine it was of great "interest".
Apart from dope and prostitutes I find Holland a boring country. For starters it's as flat as a pancake which results in the smallest incline in the road seeming akin to a fairground ride. At least England's roaming hills provide you with something nice to look at during an M6 tailback and a bit of a thrill when driving down one at speed - the added excitement of slamming your brakes on in order to avoid being spotted by the strategically placed Revenue Camera is also an experience familiar to many English folk I'm sure. 
Spare a thought for those crazy Dutchmen who have nothing but flat fields and dike-jumping to entertain themselves with. Before someone starts banging on about the human rights of lesbians and how we should respect them and not try to jump over one, let me just say that I in no way condone the said action as the jumped over lady lover will probably beat several shades of shit out of you, let me just clarify what dike-jumping involves. It doesn't involve dungaree-wearing muff divers but dutch people attempting to jump over a small ditch or channel with a pole. I hear that it is immense fun but alas I wasn't fortunate enough to try it during my time there. One of our Dutch co-workers said that the next time we go over he will arrange for us to partake in the activity. I wait with baited breath.
Bugger it. I can't think of a witty comment to add (in my defence it's only just turned 5am and my painkillers have worn off, so concentrating at this point in time is a tad difficult).
ReplyDeleteGroovy post though, buddy.