Tulips from Amsterdam - Saturday

The next morning, I was hungover. Sammy went out for a coffee and some breakfast and I got out of bed gingerly and showered. Then Sammy got back and showered herself and we hit Amsterdam. First, we went into a piercing/tattoo parlour where Sammy and I looked at belly bars and what not. I decided that I wanted to have my tragus pierced and I wanted it done there. First though we walked down to Central Station.

On our way there, we met some punks. One of them had an Anti Nowhere League t-shirt on and I complimented him on it. He returned the compliment about my Goldblade t-shirt and told me they were playing that night. I decided I would love to see Goldblade play and Sammy was fine with the idea because it was my treat after all.

First we went to the Sex Museum. I had wanted to do 2 things in Amsterdam. Smoke some dope and see a sex show. Sammy didn't fancy the sex show but she was kind enough to let me visit the museum instead. It was a strange collection of erotic, disturbing and sometime hilarious exhibits. Sammy took my photo outside it after we had been round. It had been an eye opener for me.



We then went to an Internet Cafe to look for Clog shops and I checked out exactly when Goldblade would be playing and where. I noticed that the Anti Nowhere League were playing straight after and I suggested we see both bands and then leave.

I then went back to the piercing shop to have my tragus pierced and Sammy went to look for clogs. The piercing was an interesting experience. It took about half a second and no anaesthetic was used. It didn't start to hurt straight away and when it did, I was sat in a coffee shop drinking smoothies and using a good analgesic for the pain (the analgesic also reduced my ability to text my sister with any speed but, then again, it reduced my ability to care about it.) Here's a picture of the coffee shop.


Sammy joined me some time later - at least 2 smoothies later. I finished off my drink and analgesic and while I was doing this, she went to a noodle place for her tea. I joined her there and sat down to eat my noodles.

We then started off in the direction of the Melkweg to go to see Goldblade, who were to start their set in about an hour's time. We stopped off at a bar to have a beer on the way and I watched Chelsea win the FA Cup on the television there.

After that, there was no stopping me and as we drew near, my heart was gladdened by the sight of punks and skinheads. We went and got our wristbands and went in. We went into the Old Room first and saw the last couple of songs of (I presume) Church of Confidence (I have since checked the running order – I had no idea who they were at the time).

We then went into the Max Room and I went straight to the front so I could get liberally showered with John Robb's sweat (it has magical properties, I can assure you). Their first song is arguably my favourite - "Fighting in the Dancehall, F***ing in the Street" and I screamed along at the top of my voice, pointed vigorously at the band and jumped up and down and generally danced like a loon.

Part way through the set, I turned round and saw my great friend Anna. She loves Goldblade and so do I. We gave each other a big hug and then set to the serious business of dancing to them. Various people had got up on stage and John, as he invariably does, invited some more girls onto the stage. Anna got up. I thought about it for all of 3 seconds and decided, what the hell. I may not have been a girl for about 30 years but I'm still female. I got a leg up from a couple of gentlemen just in front of the stage and there I was. On stage with one of my favourite bands. Wow!!!! At one point, the audience was lit up and I saw Sammy waving at me with a huge grin on her face. Here is a picture of my view from the back of the stage. Not very good but I'm not a particularly good photographer at the best of times...



That's John Robb's naked, sweaty back there so don't get too excited, ladies! Well, the rest of the set passed in a haze of exhilaration and complete star-struckness. After they had finished and I had had my big sweaty hug off John Robb (I'll never wash my t-shirt again!), I got down off the stage and found Sammy. We went out for a breath of fresh air and then back in to see the Anti Nowhere League.

As we were going back into the Max Room, I saw Charlie Harper. I did what any sensible woman would do and tried to persuade Sammy to have her photo taken with him (he's always there in the crowd at these dos). She was too shy though so I had to do the necessary! As you can see, the alcohol I had so far consumed plus the analgesic I had purchased at the coffee bar had had a bit of an effect on me. Charlie looks suitably embarrassed. I think I look a complete loon.



Then back in for Anti Nowhere League's set. The crowd were a little rough for my liking but I got right up against the stage and took the buffeting from drunken punks with particularly bad grace. Especially when one gave me whiplash (ouch!). There was a young Russian guy called Pavel in the crowd and he got up on stage with Animal. I took his picture and I've now e-mailed them to him. I think that really made his weekend.


When the band had finished, Pavel and I swapped e-mail addresses so I could send him the photos I had taken of him and Animal. Sammy and I then went off to the Red Light district. After walking through it and me marvelling at the girls in the shop windows, we saw a coffee shop and we went in for a drink and some more analgesic for me.

I think I finally managed to have one analgesic too many and Sammy had to get me back to the hotel after that. I can remember feeling completely dissociated from what was going on around me but finding the experience completely fascinating (although I would have preferred to have been able to shift for myself better). Sammy got me back successfully and I slept like a baby.

To be continued again...

Tulips from Amsterdam - Friday

On Friday 18 May I went on a weekend trip to Amsterdam with my great friend, Sammy the Shark. Sammy had booked this for me as a birthday treat and it was my first real trip abroad for 24 years. We were supposed to fly from Blackpool Airport but as we were checking in, a rep from the airline told us that we were going to be bussed to Manchester and fly from there because of essential maintenance on the aircraft. Not a particularly auspicious start but, as Sammy pointed out, Manchester Airport is a bit of an experience in itself.

More auspicious was the presence of a sizeable contigents of punks and I remembered that it was Rebellion weekend in Amsterdam. On the bus we were treated to free entertainment by Louis, a punk who was clearly drunk. Manchester Airport was big but, to be honest, I would have preferred the more hassle free Blackpool. The plane was small and I had no legroom but what the hell, the flight was only an hour long.

I was like a small child on the plane. I have flown before but it was 24 years ago. I spent a lot of the time looking out of the window in wide-eyed wonder and I thought take off was brilliant. I had a Stella during the flight and then read an interesting scientific magazine I had brought with me.

Schipol was fine. We went through passport control, got our baggage and then Sammy went out for a smoke. I sat inside guarding our bags. Then a double decker train to Central Station in Amsterdam (Wow! Whatever next!) and then a tram to our hotel. The hotel was gorgeous and here's a photo of it.


We got our key, took the luggage into the room and then hit Amsterdam. A couple of hours and a few lagers later, we were sat outside Cafe Nasty (the name really appealed to Sammy). I've even taken a snap of that one too.


We were approached by an extremely drunk Dutchman. After presumably ascertaining that we were not dangerous, knife-wielding psychopaths, he called his younger brother over and we were treated to the full force of his charm. His younger brother did not speak much English but then again, we did not speak any Dutch. They were in Amsterdam for the weekend with their 3 other brothers (their mother must have been a superheroine!) and while we were chatting to them, these brothers joined the party in dribs and drabs. I'm not absolutely sure but I think they were called Theo, Martin, Tony, Mike and Teus.

After a while, they went off to pastures new and Sammy and I headed off to another bar. Now, my memory is pretty hazy but I do remember chatting to a guy in a Motorhead T-Shirt in one bar where the doorman was as camp as a row of tents. The man in the t-shirt was from the east of Holland and the camp doorman kept strutting around speaking in german, which was hilarious. According to the gentleman in the t-shirt, he was taking the michael because he comes from a place very close to Germany. Sammy then proceeded to talk to them in fluent German. I sat there drinking my beer and not understanding much of what they said. After a while the bar closed and we set off to find another, still open, bar.

We ended up back at Cafe Nasty and Sammy went off to strut her stuff on the dance floor. I had drunken conversations with a number of people. Then Sammy hooked up with a young New Zealand woman (hooked up in a platonic way) and we wandered off to find a Coffee Shop which was still open. We didn't find one but we did find three young (very young, they were all in their 20s) brazilian gentlemen, one of whom took a real fancy to Sammy. For some reason I was feeling protective (or maybe jealous). He was really keen but they disappeared after a while, we didn't find a coffee shop and we eventually repaired to our hotel at about 5am. I was pretty pissed and very knackered.

To be continued...