Showing posts with label André Hazes Jr. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 26 August 2025

Mokum zit voor altijd in mijn hart

We're back...

Baby Steve, Houseboy Alex, Madam Arcati and I had a fantabulosa five-day break in our beloved Amsterdam!

We always enjoy wandering the grachten, exploring the gay watering-holes on offer - including the entertaining The Queen's Head, the [newly-reopened in a new location] eternally jolly Café Montmartre, the generally sleazy Spijker Bar, and the Sunday sing-a-long at the longest-serving gay bar in the world Café 't Mandje...

...as well as non-gay ones such as [our most regular of all, given its location across from our Hotel Anco and the fact it's a perfect people-watching spot by the canal] Trinity Bar, [the former gay bar called De Engel van Amsterdam] Our Corner, another bar with a beautiful canal-side view De Haven van Texel, and the historic bruine kroegen ("brown cafés") Café Pieper, Café Hoppe and Café 't Papeneiland.

Hedonists, us..?

Of course!

We were there [as previously mentioned] a little later than we would normally be for my birthday, of course, for one of the biggest events of the Amsterdam 750 celebrations, Sail Amsterdam - with 10,000 ships and boats from over 20 countries, including some utterly breath-taking tall ships in full sail, it was quite spectacular.

Seamen everywhere!

Speaking of which - we were very pleased to be there for the Crew Parade:

We didn't only drink and people-watch, of course - although that was what we spent the majority of time doing - we did eat, mainly at the Amsterdam institution FEBO [as everyone there does!], we made our usual pilgrimage to the legendary Eetsalon Van Dobben, and we had plenty of other typical Dutch food along the way, including the best Dutch apple pie ever at the aforementioned Café 't Papeneiland. Hardly a vegetable in sight. As always.

It was a wonderful break, indeed.

What did we miss while we were away? Not a lot, to be honest. Gaza, Ukraine, Trump. The usual. Oh, and:

...and we missed the centenary of the simply divine Miss Honor Blackman, as well as the 95th anniversaries of the births of both Princess Margaret and Sean Connery.

But... did I bring anything back for your delectation, dear reader?

Of course:

Is it good to be back?

NO!!!

Thursday, 15 August 2019

Grachten, student totty, Drag Bingo, Naked Joe and a wervelstorm



We're back in circulation, dear reader, after a fantabulosa four-night break in Amsterdam with Baby Steve and Houseboy Alex (topped and tailed by our stay at their palatial residence Braintree Manor). It's somewhat disappointing (although we are not in the least surprised) that the bloody scaffolding is not yet down at Dolores Delargo Towers - but we are relieved nonetheless that the extensive gardens (apart from a couple of climbers blown over by the wind) appear not to have suffered too badly in our absence.

Speaking of absences, what did we miss while we were away..?

...Not a helluva lot, it would seem: Brexit, Brexit and more bloody Brexit; Trump's attempts to condemn white supremacists after two mass shootings in the US were met with accusations of hypocrisy; Nigel Farage laid into Meghan, Harry and the Queen Mum; anti-China protests continued in Hong Kong; and Xmas cards went on sale in Staffordshire! Far more exciting was the TORNADO that struck Amsterdam while we were there [we were nowhere near it, and didn't even hear about it till the last day]:


We missed celebrating the 110th anniversary of the birth of Alfred Hitchcock, the centenary of the maestro of Jazz Sir George Shearing, and that of Dino De Laurentiis (legendary producer of such movie classics as Barbarella, King Kong (1976 version), Dune and Blue Velvet, among many others; in collaboration with the likes of Federico Fellini, John Huston, Ingmar Bergman, Luchino Visconti, Ridley Scott and Michael Winner), the 96th birthday of Rhonda Fleming (star of Gunfight at the O.K. Corral and A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court - a true Hollywood survivor), what would have been the 80th birthday of the lovely and much-missed Kate O'Mara, and the 60th of Rosanna Arquette. Yesterday was also the 45th of the peerless Ana Matronic, former Scissor Sister, so I have a perfect excuse to play this (again) - one of the lady's finest moments...


And we did indeed "have a Kiki"! Endless FEBO and Van Dobbens, more gassy beer than I ever want to drink again in my life (till next year, of course!), sitting outside bars in the Red Light District watching the world (stoners, tourists, tall totty, bicycles, more stoners...) go by, wandering the grachts, and repeat.

One unexpected joy was the fact that the old town was slightly overrun by a host of beautiful "Bel Ami" looky-likeys, all in white shirts (fabulous when wet) and ties. It was something to do with the universities' fraternity "hazing" weekend, apparently. Whatever it was all about, it made for some very good ogling opportunities indeed!



We paid homage to "absent friends" at the Homomonument, and to the venerable Cafe 't Mandje; we enjoyed the typically Dutch cabaret at the ever-jolly Cafe Montmartre [we've been going there for years], had a few good evenings in the Queen's Head, and explored the dark corners of the Cuckoo's Nest - and had a hoot at the drag bingo hosted by "Dame Dora Royale" at another of our fave venues, Spijker Bar...



...ably assisted by our barman Naked Joe!



And finally, although we listened to a variety of different types of Dutch music in a variety of bars - from traditional schlager/levenslied to pop and dance - it is to a song that we brought back last year that we return once again to sum up the holiday [it's still hugely popular everywhere in the 'Dam].

All together, now!


Is it good to be back? Nee.

Tuesday, 7 August 2018

Pak alles wat je kan!


Hanging out with Cher outside Amstel 54 (formerly known as the Amstel Taveerne)

Darlings! We're back from the delights of the beautiful city of Amsterdam - a little tired, but basking in the memories of a most fantastic holiday indeed: Gay Pride on the canal, FEBO, street parties, sleaze, fizzy lager, oompah music, gorgeous-and-very-very-tall totty galore, Van Dobbens broodje, genever shots, ticker-tape-confetti cannons, wonky buildings, more fizzy lager, sing-a-longs-in-a-language-we-don't-understand, and everything...

...and speaking of sing-a-longs, I always delight in bringing back a little something for your listening pleasure - so, from this visit, this incredibly catchy number from (the rather cute) Andre Hazes Jr. is absolutely the perfect thing; it's a song that went down a storm at every party event we stumbled into!


Leef! Alsof het je laatste dag is
Leef! Alsof de morgen niet bestaat
Leef! Alsof het nooit echt af is
Leef! Pak alles wat je kan...

En ga-a-a-a, a-a-a-a
Pak alles wat je kan
En ga-a-a-a, a-a-a-a
Ga
Pak alles wat je kan!


Which translates as:

Live! As if it is your last day
Live! As if the morning doesn't exist
Live! As if it's never really over
Live! Grab everything you can...

And g-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o
Grab everything you can
And g-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o
Go
Grab everything you can!


...which just about sums our long weekend up, really, dear reader!