“Hello? Yes it’s true! It’s amazing – they just do exactly what you tell them to! It’s like they understand us. Mine’s got two legs so I guess that makes him a butler… or chauffeur if we’re in the limo. Yes…three meals a day and central heating. Fabulous. Ok – gotta go, he’s coming! T’ra!”
I just watched The Lovely Bones and I’m in pieces. It made me think of my beloved ginger piglet, who I still miss two years after he passed away. A beautiful film which deals with the darkest of subjects and mixes comedy and tragedy to show the best and the worst in human nature.
The scene which set me off was the one which explored the idea of people finding subtle ways to say goodbye after they’ve departed. I’ve felt something like this on several occasions, indefinable but with almost absolute certainty. It’s reassuring to feel that there are connections between us which last forever. So, now, who threw that snowball?
For Herman, his mother, Jones and Sparky.
The second part of my trip to Amsterdam.
The majestic grandeur of a canal-side townhouse
When I lived in Amsterdam, ten years ago, I was informed by a gruff Dutchman that Christmas was an English thing, as he glared disapprovingly at my baubles which I was trying to hang in the foyer of the cable TV station where I worked. My step-ladders barely wobbled as I pointed out that Christmas owes a lot more to the Germans than the Victorians. I decided not to mention that Charles Dickens virtually created the notion of a White Christmas, and went on to highlight the uncanny similarities between the Dutch and the Germans. This led to much angry spluttering and indignant red faces, due to the Nazi occupation of Holland in the Second World War, a fact which seemed to have slipped my mind. Amazingly.
A crowd gathered in the canteen and I decided to make my position even more precarious by reasoning that since Holland was essentially a little bump on the coast of Germany, the Dutch should logically love Christmas too, since they were basically German. Things became rowdy and I was led away to safety. A large man in a pin-stripe suit shouted, ‘You waste your time and our money!’
Now, forgive me, but I really think that was exactly the reason why I moved to Amsterdam in the first place…
The lights of Amsterdam
You try and spread a little Christmas cheer… Now, of course, ten years later and the Dutch have finally realised what a money-spinner the Yuletide season really is, and embraced it with a ferocity which blows my hair back. The landscape has changed in other ways too. In my time, Amsterdam was cool. It was a cultural hub and a gay mecca, the liberalism of the hippy afterburn a perfect foil for the staunch conservatism which flowed beneath the surface. Both the European City of Culture and a beautifully preserved Bohemian paradise.
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