A Break with Tradition

Or a reconnaissance mission, depending on your disposition. There were plans afoot earlier in the year for this to be a full blown Bender mission, but a mini baby boom, combined with the on going economic woes of various Squad members, means I am going to the 12th annual Belgian Beer festival, not with a bunch of hairy arsed beer drinkers, but the Elster, who thakfully has a posterior that is follicle free. There of course has been some compromise. I am legally bound to only get fresh, and we will only be spending one night in Brussels, before going for a romantic day in France. Still, it beats drinking Carling in the Villager, no offence to Andy, or his marvellous staff. So I am mere hours for taking off to the Comtinent, and will hopefully post some stuff whilst there.