So what’s been going on? Well, last weekend was a blast, going to the Chelmsford Beer Festival with Bryce. That night also marked the completion of my first week of not smoking. It was always going to be difficult, one week in going on a boozy night out, but I managed it, and so I’m over the worst of it. To be fair though, Bryce threatening to give me a dead arm if I smoked probably helped. Of course, as far as the poeple at work are concerned, I’m still going to use my excuse for being grouchy, terse and generally German as long as I’m still working there.
Which is a week and a half. Then it’s off to greener pastures.

Once again I was forced to Brussels for a meeting. Still unimpressed with the city, my Belgian colleagues attempt to coerce me in the afternoon with free alcoholic beverages. I sense an evil conspiracy to bribe me with alcohol for the purposes of a favourable review of their city. Do these people believe I’m some sort of semi-corrupt alcoholic?
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Brussels, it could be worse.