A Belgian Weekend

This was going to be a post about one of my two (two!!!) new makes from last week, complete with photos taken in Brussels. Sadly I fell down some stairs on my first night there and smashed my chin open on the pavement. Yes, alcohol was involved. I've decided that the world isn't ready for [...]

Foire du Midi

Once a year, when most people have packed up and gone on holiday for two months over the summer, Brussels closes a quarter of the ring road around the centre of the city and sets up a gigantic fun fair. I think it's because nobody is protesting around the European Quarter and they don't want [...]

The Irish Guy

This is my current favourite busker in Brussels. He's referred to as The Irish Guy by my colleagues, or 'your cousin, Paddy O'Flanagan' by my friend Thomas.He normally plays the tin whistle, but I think he's playing a recorder here. I once saw him playing a melodica during a snow storm.  He has a bit of a [...]

Tales from the Metro 2

Today, at Vanderkindere, where all tales from the metro seem to begin, someone asked me whether this was where she could catch the 25.- Le 25? - Ouais.- Il y a un 25? - Merde.After further investigation, it turned out that there is a line 25, but it kind of goes round the opposite side of the [...]