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It's probably fun to get high in Holland if you can then go and look at the Van Goghs. But a stoned trip to the swimming pool with my son definitely wasn't a good idea

By Kate Saunders   September 2007

By the time I made my first visit to a real Dutch dope café, they had been around for quite a while and even provincial stag parties were starting to get rather tired of them. This did not matter. I thought I was doing something incredibly daring and cool.

I was in my early forties, and finding the onset of middle age as bewildering as a second puberty. In some ways, the two states are uncannily similar. There’s the same haunting of mirrors, because your face keeps changing and you never know what shape your nose is going to be…

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