Robert was a housemate of mine in Amsterdam anno 2000. Decent fellow. Unusual interest in my eating and tea habits, but this may be a German characteristic.

He worked at the coctail bar of an internationally-branded place on the edge of the centrum. Once, for some reason, I met him there where he and our Dutch housemate worked.

At one point, there in the afternoon, Robert hopped up on the outside of the bar counter and placed a white liqueur drink called a "blowjob" on the counter between his legs. A young woman picked up the small flared shot-glass without using her hands - and there you have it.

Robert told me that one time he got drunk twice during one shift. It was part of his job to drink.

We lived together for about a half-year. At home, I never saw him touch alcohol.