Ms Dorothy 'Dottie' Glamour gets it off her chest

Dear all,

Yes, its that time again, and I'm livid, absolutely livid .....

There I am on the Zeedijk during Koninginnedag giving joy and laughter (and a well needed dress sense) to the masses - and what happens?

I'm manhandled, or to be more accurate, womanhandled!

I mean, honestly, put a dress on and the whole of womankind thinks you are public property! I was pushed, groped and fondled all afternoon. There was worse too, I had small children thrust into my arms with the demand to have my picture taken with them. If those poor misguided parents only knew .....

Listen my dears, on such a day drunken homosexual men I can handle, lord knows I've had the practice, but this?

Anyway, here's a picture of yours truly just before one of above mentioned women tried to rip me out of the arms of dear sweet Dave.

See you soon dears,

Dottie

ps: Just to remind certain people (you know who you are), its 'Glamour' as in 'L'amour' and not 'Glammer' as in 'hammer' ....

Amsterdam Council Seal of Approval

Somehow Queens Day has developed into one very long week of Amsterdam Council approved fun for all the family.

All very safe of course, nothing outrageous, or challenging even. Just street parties in specific areas designed to be the least obtrusive for the neighbourhood, or at least the more expensive neighbourhoods.

Like here on the Nieuwmarkt today. Organic markets pushed aside for commercial exploitation -because where there's fun there's council taxes of course!

I don't understand where the fighting spirit has gone in the Amsterdammers. 25 years ago they could still be relied upon to fight to the bitter end over any or all council disasters. Now they just shake their heads, mutter, and get back to their beer.