Monday, 8th October 2001.
The muscles from...
I arrived at Gare du Midi in Brussels early in the afternoon. At Gare du Midi they
pride themselves on having no working telephones.
Now, why am I in Brussels? Y'all know why, I'm not going ot spell it out!
Bloody good thing I had an ulterior motive for visiting Brussels, because it's a
wee bit dull. Which is a big call from a Tasmanian. Parlez vous franglais?
Er no, didn't understand a bloody word. I visit the market place, and see the
pissing kid. And that evening, the streets bursting with fat eurocrats, we wandered
past a joint called "Fun City" with the rider, "over 21s only". There you go, you can
only have fun if you're over 21.