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Chapter 6: Nuggets/Redemption My near death experience left me shaking in a way that only chicken can fix.
Fortunately, the bar serves the most succulent nuggets you’ve ever tasted (I KNOW RIGHT, AT A HEALTH SPA), and it’s hard staying sad when you’re in the presence of fried things. The rest of the day was spent flitting between the 5 different hot tubs, which is super relaxing once you’re able to come to terms with the fact you’re in a big bubbling Pot o’ Dicks.
Though credited to "Penelope Ashe", it was in fact written by a group of twenty-four journalists led by Newsday columnist Mike Mc Grady.
Mc Grady's intention was to write a book that was both deliberately terrible and contained a lot of descriptions of sex, to illustrate the point that popular American literary culture had become mindlessly vulgar.
Breathing through the fog, I tried as hard as I could to JUST RELAX, which probably sounds counter-intuitive, but basically summarises my life.
Within 30 seconds I was saturated with sweat, and within 4 minutes I was having the kind of epiphanies you get on the third day of a festival. Chapter 4: Wine After my brief but vicious steaming, I made a beeline to the one place I knew would soothe me: the relaxation lounge, known IRL as a bar.
I’d been told by a friend the week before that it’s not uncommon for Dutch colleagues to go to the spa together. I slithered out of my robe and into the water like a serpent on fire. I can now state with 100% certainty that anyone who thinks getting out of warm water in freezing temps is “invigorating” is a fierce, raging psychopath. Chapter 3: Steamed The steam room rules are very strict, and you’ll get a phlegmy warning if you disobey.
Naked Came the Stranger is a 1969 novel written as a literary hoax poking fun at the American literary culture of its time.The book fulfilled the authors' expectations and became a bestseller in 1969; they revealed the hoax later that year, further spurring the book's popularity.Mike Mc Grady was convinced that popular American literary culture had become so base—with the best-seller lists dominated by the likes of Harold Robbins and Jacqueline Susann—that any book could succeed if enough sex was thrown in.In a bid to escape the arctic chill and connect with my fellow Amsterdammers, I spent last weekend doing the Dutchest thing ever: breaking in my new clogs!That’s not true (and it’s also probably quite offensive), but I needed a fancy way to introduce what I did do, which was to spend the veekend at a DUTCH SPA!