We did do some other stuff on Saturday (coffee on the canals, lunch in Liedzeplein, coffeeshops on the way home), but, for me, Saturday was all about one thing: The Supper Club The Supper Club's reputation preceded it, and justifably so. For starters, the place is the very definition of exclusive. It's down a narrow alley that you'd never find unless you knew about it. The thick oak doors are on ...

I got in at midnight on Friday morning. Adrian was working all day Friday, so I spent the day wandering about Amsterdam. The weather was absolutely perfect. I explored the canals, checked out the Reiksmuseum, wandered across Museumplein, and then spent a good three hours in Vondelpark. Maybe it was the sun, but I just got such a good vibe off the place. Everyone was friendly and polite, there we ...

My doctor told me to spend the week in bed, but I came back to work anyway. I can't really put my finger on why. I guess after two weeks holiday I thought that taking another week off would be a bit of a have, plus after five days in bed I really couldn't stand the thought of another one. My doc was a funny old guy- he kept making really lame jokes, laughing, then apologising, then doing it all o ...

Sven regarded me with the same mixture of fear and concern I imagine people in plague-ridden Britain probably had to start faking after a few months. Don't get me wrong, his expression was quite genuine: He really seemed divided on whether to fetch me chicken soup or wrap me in plastic and place me outside with an identification tag. Sven is my flatmate. He's German. He was holding a box in his h ...

I've forgotten my PIN number. This isn't entirely rare. See, I never really 'remembered' my PIN number- I never possessed it as a string of numbers in my head. My fingers just remembered the pattern you need to make on the keypad to make the money come out. If I walked up to a cash machine, the fingers would just do their thing to make the correct PIN number work. It was like I stored the memory ...

Well, (as Samwise says at the end of The Lord of the Rings) I'm back. One of the downsides of being scrupulously honest (!) is that it makes certain 'pleasantries' kind of unpleasant. Since arriving at work yesterday afternoon (only three hours after getting off my 24-hour flight, no less), I've had the following conversation about 20 times: "Hey! You're back!" "Yep." "How was your holiday?" ...