In August 1998 I thought I would take a chance and move to Holland. Amsterdam. Spend some time in the land of my girlfriend. Good experiment for a few months, maybe a couple of years. Something no twenty-three year old in their right mind would turn down. A chance to live and work in Amsterdam! Amsterdam! Great thing to do when you’re young. Try something. Nothing to loose. You can always head home afterwards. One of those times where a major decision was made based on a gut feeling, essentially ‘f*ck it, let’s see what happens’….. I write this as a forty-three year old. Not living in Amsterdam but not…