I'm in Amsterdam's NL bar chatting away and a girl keels right over at my feet. Not because I'm God's gift, just that she's a little loaded on strong skunk purchased from a nearby coffee shop. Within a nanosecond, three staff members jump over the bar, place her in the recovery position, check her pulse and apply an ice compress to the huge bump forming on her head. It seems that the Dutch are used to our British excesses.