Seven random remarks about London

1. London... it's quite like Amsterdam, but with more cleavage.
   
2. Much like in Amsterdam, you're more likely to meet someone who doesn't speak the native language than someone who does. So here I am - a Dutchman - in London, and I can pretty much recognize people speaking Spanish, or Italian, or Russian, even Japanese if push comes to shove. But then there's this strange language I can't immediately bring home... lots of guttural sounds... wait dammit... it's Dutch!
3. Say you're a white male in your fifties, and you're waiting in an airline lounge for boarding. You're wearing a school girls' uniform, and a pigtail wig; you're bringing slippers, a bag, a laptop with Hello Kitty embroidered on. Of course, if you don't want to get strip-searched, this is the way to do it. Nobody's touching you. In fact, nobody will even speak to you.
   
4. You truly get more play if there's no one around to witness it... not to mention light... picture a baseball stadium, playing a night game, and suddenly the floodlights shut down... you can easily get to third base...
   
5. A beer is just a beer is just a beer... except when you're over in a pub where a beer is a London's Pride, or a Guinness, or a Foster's, or a Budweiser...
6. If you love your country, love your country. But there has to be sportsmanship as well.
7. If my female co-workers dressed like the women in London do when they go to the office on Fridays, I wouldn't be able to get any work done. Neither would any red-blooded heterosexual male. Also no one would volunteer to take Fridays off. Just doesn't make sense.