Waffles - everywhere! Waffles!
So... We find ourselves inh a train station in Brussels for two hours. It's a curious thing trying to type on a foreign keyboard, everthing's in the wrong place! For example... The q and a are in the wrong place. You have to push shift for to get the full shtoppen up, and when you try to put in a number (eg, 9) you have to press shift! (or else you get ç!) It's just not right I tells ya!
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qhem; We're currently waiting on our train to Paris, which should be nice. If it isn't I shall be writing a letter to Jaques Chirac to complain. Not just any letter either, a strongly worded one!
We went to a puppet show last night. This theatre called 'Théatre Toone', down a wee alley near the incredible fish-based restaurant quarter, puts on all sorts of things (including Hamlet and the Three Musketeers, we saw the nativity.) Through the medium of puppetry. There were some moments fantastique, like when Mary revealed she was up the duff thanks to the holy spirit and Joseph asks had the spirit never heard of condoms... I larfed... Hohohohohohohoho...
Sarah is reading this over my shoulder so I can't say anything bad about her. Not that I would, of course (OW!)... Mmmmm... I hope these whiplash welts fade away alright. Coff.
There are SO many things I could write, but probably won't. For example, I could tell you about the incredible architecture in Brussels, or how there's this great statue of Satan (Genie du mal) in the Musée des beaux arts ici. I could also wax lyrical about the beautiful winter village in the centre of Brussels... Where they sell mulled wine on the street! That is what I call civilised.
I think Brussels gets pretty bad press. Everyone thinks it's dull, but I can't recommend it highly enough. Just make sure you get off the train in Bruxelles Centrale, not midi, and avoid Auberge d'Autriche. Never before have I been so urged to have breakfast. My level of impressedness was pretty low when I got a phonecall at 0830 reminding me about it. When I got another call at 0835 reminding me again it was all I could do not to scream. We stole the muffins though, so that was ok.
UM... There's really nothing more to add. This keyboard is annoying me so much I just canùt go on. Plus I've had a fair bit of vin chaud and must avail of le bloc sanitaire. Trop d'information...
Keep it greasy.
qqqqqnywqy;;;
qhem; We're currently waiting on our train to Paris, which should be nice. If it isn't I shall be writing a letter to Jaques Chirac to complain. Not just any letter either, a strongly worded one!
We went to a puppet show last night. This theatre called 'Théatre Toone', down a wee alley near the incredible fish-based restaurant quarter, puts on all sorts of things (including Hamlet and the Three Musketeers, we saw the nativity.) Through the medium of puppetry. There were some moments fantastique, like when Mary revealed she was up the duff thanks to the holy spirit and Joseph asks had the spirit never heard of condoms... I larfed... Hohohohohohohoho...
Sarah is reading this over my shoulder so I can't say anything bad about her. Not that I would, of course (OW!)... Mmmmm... I hope these whiplash welts fade away alright. Coff.
There are SO many things I could write, but probably won't. For example, I could tell you about the incredible architecture in Brussels, or how there's this great statue of Satan (Genie du mal) in the Musée des beaux arts ici. I could also wax lyrical about the beautiful winter village in the centre of Brussels... Where they sell mulled wine on the street! That is what I call civilised.
I think Brussels gets pretty bad press. Everyone thinks it's dull, but I can't recommend it highly enough. Just make sure you get off the train in Bruxelles Centrale, not midi, and avoid Auberge d'Autriche. Never before have I been so urged to have breakfast. My level of impressedness was pretty low when I got a phonecall at 0830 reminding me about it. When I got another call at 0835 reminding me again it was all I could do not to scream. We stole the muffins though, so that was ok.
UM... There's really nothing more to add. This keyboard is annoying me so much I just canùt go on. Plus I've had a fair bit of vin chaud and must avail of le bloc sanitaire. Trop d'information...
Keep it greasy.
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