|Get rokin' then...|
First, for a band playing Amsterdam, where better to stay than the appropriately-named Hotel Rokin? Very convenient for throwing TVs into the canal, easy to get the van to the front door and being on a big road near Dam Square you'd be able to find your way back here after a mind-altering night on the town.
Or a taxi driver would know it. Surely this is where we book into next time?
Can you get a bass amp up those stairs? Anyway, looks like a nice place.
Just across the bridge from Dam Square we came across a restaurant which had a spooky statue in it of a stuffed fox dressed up as a waitress. Apart from thinking stuffed animals are a bit disgusting as a concept, when they're old and dusty with their fur bleached by the sun, the fox-waitress idea becomes more revolting the more I think about it.
|Ugh. Not weird, sick|
But through the window I could see the apron was moth-eaten, tatty and dirty, which made the stuffed animal even LESS appealing. Ugh.
That's all a bit weird and spooky, isn't it? I'll probably get a rude email now from the owners telling me how great they think it is. Or perhaps it was a family pet, preserved forever.
I wouldn't have my old black cat from London Eb stuffed and put on display for years, however much I missed him. That's just sick.
But how about this? We spotted one apartment with a ZEBRA for a pet! Wow. Imagine what it's like having a zebra running round the flat all day while you're out at work. They're really crazy in Amsterdam...
|Zebra alert! Crazy pets of Amsterdam...|
PS: The views published in this blog about stuffed animals being disgusting are the author's private views and don't necessarily reflect the opinion of blogger.com.