Dutch Dick

Just been following the footsteps of Mr Turpin to Amsterdam, not on the run it has to be said, but an enjoyable weekend, dancing the night away, as Dick must often have done, on the eleventh floor of the old Post Office headoffices to a throbbing beat set up by London DJs. [There was a lot of Drum and Bass in the eighteenth century, I've been told]

If he stayed, or worked, on the waterfront, this might have been his view, give or take a few curtains and the new licks of paint.