Missed my flight, scare the shit out of clem and vivpoo, hopped onto the next one.  get held up in heathrow by fog in amsterdam and so does yuen, at gatwick.get to our boat and went out for a delicious meal at rembrandt square, in a bar hidden away from the main square, served up some gorgeous and interesting mix of dutch and world fusion food.  Seafood bisque with wasabe cream went together awesomely, my moroccan tajine was absolutely fabulous, so was yu-yu’s steak, clem’s surprise dish of the day,  and viv’s whatever food she had that i’ve forgotten.  muscat was great, and so were the brown sugar lollipops, until i got to the liquid centre which i swear was pure ammonium!  Vile! 

 Szmululewicz Cafe- Restaurant 

Bakkersstraat 12 (bij het Rembrandtplein)

Tel: 020-620 28 22

www.szmulewicz.nl

Went to barney’s coffeeshop, with the awesome paintings and crazy music videos… and then to Escape, a really SHIT club, in the search of some trance.  Found alot of funky house and alot of bad dressers, and a strange guy who said my hair was lovely when I was at my 3-day crisis point.   dirt rules.  Saturday - Albert Cuypmarkt, best!  esp at the end of the market, the frites shop.  heaven!  Buy chocs, figs, lychees, freshly made caramelley waffle biscuit things, Sunday picnic on the canal tour boat, trying not to fall asleep…anne frank’s house, and dinner at another local hideohut, where viv had pancakes and i had apple juice and a sandwich.   It was a breakfasty sort of dinner!  Back to London for a quiet but lovely Christmas with Beth, Aunty Thomas, Del and Viv.   (ps. Ken Livingstone, you’re a total ass for stopping all forms of public transport on Xmas day.  get off your planet and onto this one, beeyatch!)