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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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Sorry if I am Threadstomping. But I feel it most important to describe mine and Crow's holiday to Belgium.
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(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 17:44, 43 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
here we go.
It was a fucking BEAST of a Journey. Crow feels the words epic and surreal are appropriate for the circumstances.
Initially it was "Hey, lets catch the eurostar".
*poppet gets a text from noel about the 5 hour waiting time for eurostar*
"fuck that, lets get a coach"
*Poppet and Crow try for at least half an hour to organise a coach only to be told all are full.*
"bugger. Erm, we could try the ferry?"
"haha, Ferry funny, but okay."
*crow makes some important phone calls and we have a way to, wait for it, CALAIS!*
So we catch the Javelin train to Calais - Carlos, who is apparently an old hand from Dover, and the old massive man snoring in front of us, give us very specific directions and helpful hints about where to stay if we're stranded, then we race to the port in a taxi only to find massive fuck off queues and that we're not getting on the one we're booked for. But we'll get on the next one definitely.
Crow and Poppet wait for about an hour, which is really quite good as all things considering, and the police take care of a very angry romanian man who is all shouty and cranky in a way that's actually very nice of them, considering they would be well within their rights to arrest him for basically attacking them which is well scary.
We get on the boat.


We sit on the boat for an hour.

THEN the boat leaves. HOORAY!

We get to Calais.
Fuck. What now?

WAHEY! it's a BUS! To Bruxelles. But it's shut. And dark. But the engines running?
And then a veery nice Israeli man tells us that the man on the bus is supposed to be taking illegal aliens from France back to Belgium if they arrive, but if they *don't* then we can hitch a ride. Crow remarks that we may as well be illegal aliens and would we please be able to tag along with them?
So we wait another hour in the freezing cold weather, being entertained by a very anti-fluoride conspiracy theorist.
The bus driver, at midnight local time, decides that he can take us to Bruxelles Aeroport for 15 Euros each. BARGAIN. So on we hop.
And we drive. Half fall asleep, get to the airport, find no trains are running to Midi for 2 hours, so we kill time by stuffing our faces, looking confused, and trying to get tickets.
We catch the first train, flag a taxi and arrive at our destination after our very french driver works out the Flemmish names for streets.
AND WE FINALLY GET THERE!

at 6 in the morning. And they're not open.
So we make a snowman to pass the time, and are finally let in only to be told to dump our bags and come back at 2PM even though we REALLY NEED TO SLEEP.
But we smile and go on our merry way anyway because what else can we do?
So we went to the Atomium, and the comic museum, and went shopping. Sort of. And then we made our slow, limping way back to the hostel, whereupon we discovereed they did not have a communal kitchen. So we had a nap and now we're off out to get some food before we eat the small children visiting the hostel.
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 17:44, Reply)
is this real, or a dream?

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 17:47, Reply)
Completely and utterly real.
it's quite erm....incredibly mindblowing/INCONCIEVABLE!
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 19:59, Reply)
Ah Belgium
A country made of the crap bits Holland and France didn't want.
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 17:49, Reply)
glued together with chocolate

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 17:49, Reply)
And paedophilles
and they only invented chocolate to get to the children
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 17:54, Reply)
To be fair
it is very fine chocolate!

The paedos must be after the more discerning victim.
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:18, Reply)
...and the spunk of a million paedos.

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 17:54, Reply)
*High Fives*
*goes home*
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 17:57, Reply)
currently floating from the sky
in small white flakes
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:05, Reply)
Do you still like snow?

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 17:53, Reply)
I fucking don't.

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 17:54, Reply)
It was fine at the weekend, when I didn't have to be anywhere.
Now I do, I would like it to kindly bell the fuck off, please.
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 17:55, Reply)
I've been stuck working from home.
However I still have a couple of presents to get and it's too late to order on line now. Cunting bastard white stuff.
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 17:57, Reply)
I'm not reading all of that, but I got angry at the morons in the paper who are all like "I KNOW ! LETS GO TO FRANCE/HEATHROW ! MAYBE THEY'LL LET ME ON !"
They deserve to be waiting outside in the cold, it's dawninsim, hopefully they'll get hypothermia
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 19:04, Reply)
Bleeding hell!
I'm glad Crow went with you.

And cop a feel for me since he wasn't interested in doing vice versa.
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:16, Reply)
How was the gym Blousie?

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:20, Reply)
Very quiet.
I didn't overdo it and I'm glad I made the effort despite my blocked nose.
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:21, Reply)
Did you have a sauna after exercising? That would have helped clear your nose.

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:22, Reply)
I don't like saunas. They make me claustraphobic.
I have wine instead.
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:26, Reply)
Get yourself some mulled wine.
It's like a hug from an alkie.
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:36, Reply)
Like hugging you?

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:41, Reply)
No. My diet of cloudy gives me the Ready-Brek glow.
It's like central heating for farmers.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1KUoS3mmvM
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:45, Reply)
I used to love Ready Brek.
You do give good hugs though : )
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:47, Reply)
Woo!
I need a hug today.
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:50, Reply)
this

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:52, Reply)
it should be national hug day
although perhaps that would make it worse if you didn't get one
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:54, Reply)
naw, fuck that
I don't want creepers touching me
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:55, Reply)
you make a valid point
there is a guy at larp who does it, next time I'm fucking stabbing him in the back. With a real dagger
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:57, Reply)
my boss stands way too close to me, yesterday I was all "DO YOU HAVE TO STAND SO CLOSE?! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU"
and backed up
the twat
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:59, Reply)
How is the website coming along K?

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:58, Reply)
Great, thanks.

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:59, Reply)
My spidey-senses detect
'SARCASM'

And it is that extra special sarcasm as it comes from someone across the pond!

Yay for you and your sarcasm.
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 19:01, Reply)
yeah, fuck that shit
apparently it's been abandoned, since I came back from lunch and what I had been working on dissapeared.
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 19:04, Reply)
Does he have a webpage at the moment?

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 19:09, Reply)
no

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 19:11, Reply)
Tell him he doesn't need one.
And if he does think he needs one, tell him a shit webpage will do more damage to the company than a professionally prepared one.
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 19:14, Reply)
he doesn't care
I've tried telling him
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 19:15, Reply)
Throw a clutch at him and call him a cunt.

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 19:18, Reply)
Are you ill again or just down?

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:55, Reply)
Do you need a reason to hug someone?
Gosh.
(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 18:56, Reply)
we're pretty repressed over here

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 19:04, Reply)
^this

(, Tue 21 Dec 2010, 19:05, Reply)

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