Anyone who’s ever had insomnia will know how utterly pointless and unproductive it is. You’re not actually doing anything while you’re lying there not sleeping; and neither are you exactly...
This is the first weekend in over a month that I’m home alone in Amsterdam – no trips, no visitors, just me and my city. It’s refreshing. And it’s also...
A few weeks ago, my ex-boss (from the bad old days when I used to commute for two hours a day on the awfulness that is London public transport) met...
Despite all indications to the contrary (ludicrously long blog postings rambling on about food metaphors for polysyllabic paragraph after sub-clause-ridden sentence being one of them), sometimes I just don’t have...
It won’t have escaped your notice (unless you’ve been confined to a darkened room for the past week) that it has been blissfully, gorgeously, surprisingly sunny in Amsterdam. After the...
I am such a geek. I get really, genuinely, tell-my-mum-about-it excited when I find a new five-star restaurant. I put it on my Facebook status, I tweet about it, I...
I have taken on far too much in March. It’s my busiest time at work, I have a HUGE new assignment for Time Out Amsterdam, I’m taking a Dutch exam...
Tuynhuys has been replaced by Lion Noir. Never one to pass up a dining opportunity, last week I blagged an invitation to a client lunch at het Tuynhuys – a...
On Saturday night, I went to a cocktail bar so exclusive that if I told you about it, I’d have to kill you. And since I probably don’t have all...