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Europe Hit By MGH
hello, this is james. i have been given the amazingly difficult task of describing our time in Brussles, Belgium (a mere 2 hours). We arrived at the central station at around 2pm. The mid-afternnon heat left us all gasping for a pint of the local finest, and luckily enough, it wasnt long before we stumbled upon a lovely local public house. (i forget the name). From the outside, it was not the most inviting of places, but it oozed old east end, and we were only after a swift half before catching our train to Dam. Somehow, i was roped into paying the 7 euros for 5 pints, a debt which to this day has not been repaid. As we strategically chose our seats, (close to the door for a fast exit if things turned nasty, and a safe distance from the gruesome foursome), the hopefull and unrealisticly predicted scent of finely cooked fat belgium chips and freshly brewed larger were smashed aside by the smell of old men and stagnant piss. Despite this, we were all in high spirits, and im sure inside were a little dissapointed to only be spending a few hours in the beer and finely cooked chips capital of the world. After supping at our pints for a while, recalling old comic sketches, enjoying the conversations of the four old piss stained men in the corner, and with last nights antics beginning to effect all involved, finding some food was our next priority. As i say, the hope of staggering upon a lovely little cafe serving up thick chips and 14% larger was pretty much accepted as a no-hoper, especially as our first impressions of Brussles were unfortunately consumed by the sight tramps and road-works. Therefore, we accepted a service station type bakery, and all tucked into our luke warm paninis. Personally, i very much enjoyed my time in Brussles, and would defintiely return, if only to see if the four drunkerds in the pub had finished their arguement about religion. xoxoxoxoxxoxoxo
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