26 Mar 2011, by

Our Man in Amsterdam

When I was doing various interviews in Ireland and the UK, they would ask me where I was heading next.

“Amsterdam,” I’d tell them.

“Oh – behave!” they’d joke.

They said this for a couple of reasons. First of all, they don’t know me personally. My wife likes to tell the story of my bachelor night, when I went out on the town with my buddies Charlie and Kelly, and called her from my hotel room at around 11:30 p.m., a bit tipsy, to confess that I’d eaten an entire bag of Doritos and a tin of wasabi peas while watching Terminator 3.

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