If you find yourself in Amsterdam on a bitter Easter day, and your soon-to-be-ex is giving you looks that make the sleet soaking through your clothing seem trifling, then make your way to the Heineken brewery.
There, after a perfunctory guided tour, you can drink all the beer you can manage. The tables of exquisite Spanish teenagers get so drunk, so quickly, they even find your sorry bones fanciable - and the world, for a delicious hour, becomes very good indeed.
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