Over breakfast the next day, stories of the disco come out. Bob forced Martin to display his lightning reflexes by throwing up on the dance floor, and TC found that, even though there is air in the tyres, a bike will not float in the canal. Colin fell in love with a prostitute and wishes to reform them all. (she was too pretty to be a prostitute).

  This is the day of the football match, so a stroll was taken after downing a quick pint in the bar.

 (The match report is here)

  After the match rest was taken before the exertions to come during the evening, and Colin phoned Bev.

 The evening was spent in a state of intoxication, and not a lot is remembered, especially by Colin.

  Mark started Sunday well by pouring a bottle of salt onto his breakfast, Phil & Ginge almost made it alive. A morning stroll was followed by a trip to Ajax to see them lose 6-3 to MVV. The game was made by the deriding of all English teams by a Len Rutherford lookalike, and the fact that Andy got caught throwing cushions onto the pitch.

 The locals on the tram were not amused when we told them that Ajax had no change getting past Notts Forest into the Euro cup final.

  As this was our last night, it was spent drinking at Cary's place, mucho singing and posing led by Bob & Ginge.

  Andy swore !!

  When Cary's closed, we returned to the hotel bar, where Colin fell in love with a dog (canine type), Roger became the Steel Claw after clamping a femme in his arm and towing her away from two other lechers. Various compromising photos were taken.

  Colin returned from a food trek to report that he had been approached by a gay young man. Martin bored himself to sleep by saying how boring Andy was.

Ginge, while listening to Martin, fell asleep on a chair, fell off, and swore that he had tripped up while dancing ! Robin & Chris L put Steve to bed, but only managed to subdue the old dipso after Chris L threatened him with rape. Martin woke up, tried to have a fight, and went to bed. Chris L did 50 press ups, Graham collapsed on one.

  Monday. We're going home ! Much to Amsterdam's delight. A final shop & pose led to Chris B looking for a blue movie to smuggle back, finally choosing one that had a David Bellamy lookalike in it. (with an enooormous gweat...).

  4 Notts Forest players went past our hotel, showing how professional footballers pose.

After goodbyes and poses, we set off for by tram and coach to Zeebrugge, where we boarded the ferry. The coach was full of Americans, who loved our rendition of "there's only one Ayatollah", and a few Germans, who almost joined in on "two world wars and a world cup too".

  A hurricane in the channel made the crossing fun, with Chris B worried about customs just after we left the dock. When we reached England, he walked through customs with a red face, only for Chris L to be searched, and he was one of the few non-smugglers.

  Most people slept on the M2/A2, waking up at the passing of Faraday.

  After a visit to the toilet, taxis sped the tired but happy chums to home or work, in the early hours of Tuesday.

Now see the film !!

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