  Tomorrow I leave Brussels. Tomorrow I leave Brussels. Tomorrow I leave Brussels. Weird huh. Last night I was treated to the most divine evening courtesy of the delectable Tatum. I was plied liberally with drinks, led up a dark forest path... and taken to the theatre. Very magical. We went to see a play called No Man's Land, based on the film with the same name. It was very good, but I must say that the highlight was the bald-headed luvvy who graced the stage. mmmmmm... men with a talent.... If there is one good thing about Brussels, it's that famous people are never really that famous.
You drink in a bar after a show, and you'll be drinking with the stars of it. And that's fine by me. I'm haunted by last night's wine now... and I'm panicking at all of the things I really have to do before I leave. Somehow I think a few things are going to have to drop off the list. But I suppose flats were never really meant to be clean.
I can say I'm aiming for the lived-in look. I have just been given the most lovely present by Dave, mr boss man (rob, don't be fooled, it aint my MEP starting a blog, although you never know...) I am now the proud owner of a book of pomes and a card with smarties all over it. Happy. 
