The Union Bar was more crowded than it usually is on a Friday, thanks to some nifty advertising using a large wooden cutout, which meant that the three barrels of beer were all gone by 10.00. However, I didn't hear anyone complaining. In fact, I was asked by several people when the next one was. We knew that the cultural delights of Amsterdam would be too much of a draw to the RCS Vice Presidents, so it was with little surprise that the RCS Amsterdam Weekend was soon pencilled in for the first term of the year. Soon after arriving in the Dutch capital, the group split up in order to better explore the city.
Various anecdotes fill in the details of what happened next.
He passed out and spent most of the day asleep in the hotel. The Publications Officer, after having tried the local produce, had a short, sharp encounter with a street bollard before attempting to deal with some communication problems between himself and the group he was with. The Vice Presidents enjoyed an evening at a typical Amsterdam theatre, although there is a rumour that one of them had felt a bit of a monkey before they left. In the morning, two other people in the group sampled some of the local cuisine, which led to them giggling at each other for at least five minutes. It didn t agree with one of them, as he threw up on the coach at the beginning of the nine-hour journey back to home soil.