One mans journey of discovery through the many varied legal and otherwise delights of Amsterdam. Sometimes witty and sometimes thought provoking but never boring, Coffee, Culture and Cannabis ( Tales From Amsterdam) is a must for all lovers of this modern day Mecca. It's quite amazing the things the human brain can remember through the misty fog of time. From decades long past, certain events can on occasion shape your whole character and way of thinking. I was ten years of age and away from the bosom of my family for the very first time. The year was 1972 and the old style propeller driven plane lumbered into the sky leaving behind Leeds and Bradford airport on a cold windy April morning. I remember the huge red perfectly circular Edam cheese bought as a present for my Mum. I recall carving my name on the back of the coach seat with a flick knife bought in Ostend. The fight with my best mate Pete Karet lives long in my memory. But how could I ever forget the motley collection of prostitutes in Amsterdam's famed red light area? As you would expect the ladies of the night left the most vivid impression on my rapidly maturing young mind and the intervening four decades have not diminished the mental images one bit.