I was in Amsterdam on Queen's Day last year with a few friends. The locals brought their furniture and stereos from their houses out on to the streets. There were people everywhere milling about drinking, smoking and dancing to their music.
We arrived kind of late so most of the festivities were already over. There was rubbish strewn everywhere and the place looked like some kind of natural disaster had struck. As the four of us walked towards the centre of the city I realized that the crowds around us were moving away from it. The sun was just setting and things felt kind of spooky. Looking at the drug-fucked crowd shuffling about us it suddenly felt like we were in the midst of a horde of the living dead. We kept on walking towards the sunset and the zombies ignored us. Maybe our brains weren't juicy enough.