Back from Belgium in time for Eastenders.
Had a very nice weekend with Dave and his good lady, the undoubted highlight of which was attending a Belgian blogmeet. Now, I’m probably in a unique position here to weigh up the evidence and decide who holds the best meetings and provides the best company — the UK bloggers or the Flanders Mob? Having spent a sleepless night attempting to assess the pros and cons, I’ve made my decision based on a solitary, yet vitally impressive factor. Whilst UK bloggers go to the pub to hold their meetings, those crazy Europeans go to… a fort. This makes them clear winners, by some margin, in my book.
Anyhow, they’re a pretty cool bunch, the men from Coolio’s, Punkey, Kiekens, linkwhores-r-us.com, polskaya, kapingamarangi and, to be honest, a few others I’ve probably forgotten or didn’t speak to. Apologies. I also managed to lift the rock (this will remain cryptic to anyone not in attendance).
On the way home Dave and I were approached by a tall Swedish man covered in blood. He was looking for somewhere to hire a car from and, after we’d explained that this was a little unreasonable in a deserted Antwerp suburb at 1.30am in the morning, we all shook hands politely and went our seperate ways.
The other good thing I did this weekend was read Giles Smith’s brilliant Midnight in the Garden of Evel Knievel, a book so thoroughly entertaining that it led to me being gently admonished by a stewardess for laughing out loud during the in-flight saftety demonstration on the return journey. Recommended.