Wednesday, November 15, 2006



I sit hunkered into the snug of a street corner bar in old Amsterdam.

Tonight the home side have held England to a draw but I am not here for the football. I am here by chance. I sit waiting for the outpouring of despondent fans off to drown their sorrows or find comfort in the pigeon chest of some Latvian teen in a dayglo bikini. I am all cozy. I sip on a large single malt whilst listening to the Gotan Project tango in the night. Hands up for Dwarsstraat. I love this city.