The resiny smell of hoochijuana wafting out of every second cafe, bikini girls lounging in windows yacking on their mobile phones, people wearing suits and riding bicycles - I must be in Amsterdam. Sleaze lovingly mixed with quaint tidyness makes Amstedam a delightfully mellow and sane place. It’s only a tiny city, but it never feels like a parochial backwater. I can’t work out why more people don’t move here.

We went over for Tony’s ‘Rubbish Super Hero’s’ Party. It was a total blast!

I don’t have any photos of me. I went as The Tickler. You’ll just have to take my word for it that I looked fabulous.

We also went to the Rijksmuseum which is only half open at the moment. They have piles of dutch masters as you would expect, but my favourite item is the big 17th century dolls house.

You can see more of it here:

http://www.rijksmuseum.nl/aria/aria_assets/BK-NM-1010?id=BK-NM-1010&page=0&lang=en&context_space=aria_encyclopedia&context_id=00050219