Anne Franks house
Why did she have to hide in Amsterdam?!?

I was on a long weekend trip with my girlfriend of the time and her friend. We had been hoping to see the Cult play, but as always, they fell out with each other and cancelled their tour at the last minute.

My girlfriends friend didn't smoke, and was very keen that we did a few cultural things in the daytime. Me and my girlfriend however viewed this as a trip to the pot smoking capital of the world and felt that we couldn't miss out on every opportunity for a quick spliff.

Having realised we were running a bit short, we popped into the next coffeeshop we saw and purchased a healthy amount of AK47, rolled a particularly large joint, smoked it all and then continued on our way to Anne Franks house at the request of her friend.

If you've ever been there, you are probably aware that the first room contains a screen showing a film with a bit of background on a continuous loop. We stopped here to watch the film and I very quickly realised it was in Dutch. My girlfriend and her friend were stood watching and listening, with me thinking they were crazy since neither of them spoke Dutch. Shaking my head, I wandered over to the translation posts, picked up a receiver and pressed the English button. This was great! I could understand every word! There was a slight problem though. After a minute, I realised that I was hearing in stereo, which isn't right for a telephone receiver. I slowly lowered it and realised that the commentary had been in English all along. Just as the film was telling us about the capture of Anne Frank, I burst out in uncontrollable hysterics!!

I couldn't control myself for the whole of the visit. I got many very dirty looks as I laughed my way around the house, occasionally to the point where I couldn't even stand up straight and was clutching my stomach due to cramp. Through all of this, I was actually interested in everything I saw, and read all of the exhibits, but externally my body was stuck in a fit of hysterical laughter.

I don't smoke any more, but even if I did, I would never make the mistake of combining a serious place with AK47 in high doses!
( more balanced than jeremy beadle It wasn't me..., Sun 25 Jul 2010, 16:25, 3 replies)

There's usually a laugh to be had there...but at the visitors.
The Anne Frankhuis is just round the corner from the Homomonument. This means that if you're a broad-minded sort of person, you pay your respects to Anne and then pay your respects to those on the other bus (also shoved up the chimney in great numbers), or t'other way about.

But if you want a giggle, go and watch the Americans have a hairy fit when they come out and see the newly-partnered couples laying their bouquets on the pink triangle.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Sun 25 Jul 2010, 23:40, closed)

MASSIVE DRUGS

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Mon 26 Jul 2010, 8:22, closed)

have a click!
I haven't seen the film yet, can you tell me how it ends???
(Anne Frank started to build a loft conversion on, Mon 26 Jul 2010, 10:02, closed)