I freely call myself an accident prone man. I am comfortable with doing so because it is something that gives me a lot of funny stories to write about. Lately I have been a lot less accident prone but I still got a chance to live up to my blogs reputation this week when I met fellow blogger Blonde but Bright.
We had arranged to meet at a bar for a few drinks along with another of her friends but I was having trouble finding the place. After some unsuccessful searching I decided to give BBB a call.
Me: “Hi. It’s Stuart. I’m near the cinema but I’m not sure where this bar is.”
BBB: “Ok. What tram stop are you near?”
Me: “Er… None I think. I don’t know this area too well.”
I’d only ever been there to go to the cinema.
BBB: “Do you know The Heineken brewery? It’s right near there.”
All I could see was the Heineken Music Hall but I didn’t think they would be hiding a distillery behind the bar where any drunken customer could get to it and drink them into bankruptcy.
Me: “Umm. I don’t really know where that is either.”
I suddenly felt like I could not truly call myself English because of my lack of beer related landmarks.
It sounded like she could not believe I was English anymore either.
BBB: “It’s South of the flower market.”
Me: “Flower market? They have one of those here?”
I knew of a flower market but that was a few miles away.
BBB: “Yes. It’s near the big clock tower.”
I knew of a big clock tower as well but that was also a few miles away near that flower market. Slowly realization started to dawn on me…
Me: “Oh… wait.”
… and then I suddenly knew what I had done.
Me: “You’re in Amsterdam aren’t you?”
As soon as my brain reorganized the landmarks into their correct setting I knew exactly where the place was. It was in a part of Amsterdam that was very hard to mistake for any where else and I wasn’t even in Amsterdam. I had got the address wrong by a few miles. Another train journey later and the charming Blonde but Bright got to meet Ginger but Dim.