My brother
was dragged to Amsterdam for his 28th birthday. He really didn't like the place, but he does relay one story I liked.

At the end of a day trawling around the city, sampling the local pot, almost eating mouldy cakes and checking out the wonders of the red light district, they came across a nice-looking bar at the end of a street filled with whorehouses. They sat at the tables by the windows and started celebrating his birthday the way young English men like to do... They got ragingly pissed.

So, this bar was in a row of five whorehouses, complete with gyrating hookers in the windows. Imagine the sight, then, of eight strapping chaps, spurred-on by my brother, with their t-shirts off, dancing provocatively in the bar window for all the passers-by for three full hours.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Wed 7 Jan 2009, 10:32, 4 replies)

Subversion - like it!

But did they get any offers?
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Wed 7 Jan 2009, 11:33, closed)

Hah!
I'll have to try that some day.

A'dam gets way too much attention, Grunn and Utrecht are both far lovelier cities.
(Frozen_Banana Shaved against the grain; thoroughly unrewarding., Wed 7 Jan 2009, 12:23, closed)

...but for THREE HOURS?
I enjoy milking a joke as much - nay, perhaps more - than the next man, but even I'd baulk at that...
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 7 Jan 2009, 12:54, closed)

Was a good gag
but I bet every Johnny Dutchman who walked past instantly knew they were English n'er-do-wells such is our reputation in Abroad.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Wed 7 Jan 2009, 18:01, closed)