The one in which I review the queen's day

6.8.

One fine milky-eyed gentleman of unspecified level of intoxication inquired if I were the police.

Another gentleman, no less fine I am sure, crossed a blocked road shielding from potential altercations with a small child. Rebuked by a policeman, he insisted "You bust me? You bust me with a baby?!" and took a picture of the man of law, adding: "Man, you ugly!". "You are ugly too", replied the policeman and both laughed. Male bonding?

The Dutch traffic jam

Maybe it is just me, but I get the feeling that people here have very unsophisticated music culture of the 'drop the beat' variety. I struggled to tell apart the contents of the numerous sound-spewing venues sprinkled around the city. And the huge main stage at the Museumplein with it's numerous billboard-sized screens featured, to everyone's delight I'm sure, shoddy karaoke. What's that? No, you heard that right. Ka-ra-o-ke.

What sold me in the end, though, is that it has become legal for a day to have a beer outdoors. What can I say, I am a simple man.