From: timt@iaehv.nl (Tim T.) Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett Subject: *F* Een gezellige regenachtige zondagmiddag in Amsterdam [1] Date: 12 Aug 1996 16:35:28 GMT Message-ID: <4unmgg$8ot@dibbler.iaehv.nl> Ok.. I got elected to do the report, and I'm not very good at this sort of thing, so please bear with me.. I'll try to do it proper, with footnotes and everything.. It all started, for me anyway, with the very pleasant experience of making a phonecall, at some impossible hour [3], to get Don Alfonso (keeper of the sacred cigarette lighter) to meet me at Utrecht station, to go to Amsterdam. Ok, so it was early... sorry Fonz... Perhaps I should not have let the pleasure show so much... Amsterdam, 12:30 nice and sunny. We hijacked a couple of very nice seats outside Cafe Americain, and ordered coffee. Amsterdam, 12:35 pissing down. Rob (Collier, the duty Bjorn) and Leo (the keeper of the APF) appeared. More coffee.. Alex (the eternally harassed) appeared from somewhere.. yet more coffee. And finally Alan (Conell, non-smoker [4], token Irishman, and essential part of every dutch AFP meet so far) showed up, minus sister... Yet more coffee, and still more rain. Alex explained why he was in Amsterdam (company jolly) and reported on the events of Saturday night.. Sounded like quite a party. Leo suggested mooning AFP, using a camera connected to the internet he and Rob had spotted in a shop window somewhere. (Good thing we forgot about that, I think..) The rain let up, and since it was a valid lunchtime, and we got bored of waiting for Bjorn, we decided to get some lunch. Navigating on automatic, we crossed the Leidseplein and moved towards the Burger King. I suggested we go for traditional dutch chinese indonesian food, so we turned left... Unfortunately, the nearest chinese restaurant was closed. Leo suggested pancakes instead. However, the recommended restaurant was quite a long way away, and my shortcut didn't really work. Dutch pancakes.. how can I describe them. Think wagon wheels, think bacon, pinapple, banananana and, simply because I like them that way, a fried egg on top. Sprinkle liberally with syrup (beet, butterscotch and for some reason, 'rinse appelstroop[5]'. Coffee and chocolate to follow. And no, we did not forget to harras Alex... He never answered Leo's question, that I can remember... And of course, it rained.. Time for a drink... definitely time for a drink... I vaguely remembered a pub (de Oorlam, or is it 'de Doelen' ? Not even the pub itself seems to know) where they serve a decent pint of Guinness, so we set of across town. I did manage to find the pub on the second try, which is something of ae record for me. Photographs from DW con and earlier meets were produced.. For those of you who don't remember Fonz, he's the fellow looking benevolently on while Emmet goes to work on the afp blind date contestants. We all examined the collection of Bjorn photographs. Leo explained why he was sliding under the table.. nice story, Leo, and everybody once again agreed that Joan looked simply amazing.. The usual subjects (roundabouts, beer, books, portable phones, afp, barometers, history (particularly that of Suriname) etc. ) were broached, and somebody was proposed to (by proxy.. Have you told your sister yet, Alan ?). No psions present... Perhaps the only flaw in an otherwise perfect meet. Apfcon 97 was discussed: it was decided that holding it in Amsterdam [6] would be like herding cats, so we decided on Lutjebroek [7] instead. We did consider holding the meet in international waters [8], on a minicruise on one of the ferries. And it rained... Good thing we were inside most of the time. The meeting ended around half past seven[9], in the rain, eating hotdogs outside the Central station. All in all, a wonderful time was had by all, and we're looking forward to the next meet (Who's coming over next, people ?) TimT (Keeper of the rubber chicken [10]) [1] A 'gezellige [2]' rainy sunday afternoon in Amsterdam [2] We couldn't find a translation for this term... Think Christmas at home with the family... [3] 9 a.m. I didn't know there was anything like a 9 a.m. on sunday morning. [4] Sure... [5] appelstroop: a syrup made from apples.. rinse, yeah, well, dutch is sometimes a foreign language to me: somebody claimed it meant sweet, I think it means something like acid.. [6] *If* the meet actually takes place in Holland, that is.. [7] And why not, indeed: about time something historical took place there... about the only way we can be sure of getting a plaque. [8] Anybody got a friend in the navy, who might be able to loan us an aircraft carrier for four days ? [9] Some of us have jobs to get to, you know. [10] Which had to be excused, since I forgot to bring it.. Sorry. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- timt@dibbler.iaehv.nl Voodoo Programmer/Keeper of the Rubber Chicken If a scone laughs real hard, does dough come out its nose? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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