bomb scare, parmesan cheese, cherry tomatoes and Westvleteren
Interesting day at the Netaxis office in Brussels. Their office is in the shadow of the European Parliament and today we found that we couldn’t go out to lunch because of a Brussels bomb scare. Both ends of the street were cordoned off and after a minute or two outside we were asked to go back in as there was potentially going to be a controlled explosion.
We did not go hungry. There was a chunk of parmigiano and some cherry tomatoes in the kitchen so we all sat around eating those and drinking a rare trappist beer called Westvleteren.
After an hour or so the all clear was given and I headed to the airport early just in case there was further trouble. Brussels airport is a serious dump. It presumably is being renovated but I caught it at it’s worst. The taxi dropped you in a compound and the walk was tedious including all the way up one of those corkscrew shaped carpark ramps.
I’m now in the Diamond Lounge having forked out 26.77E to avoid sitting at the gates for 4 hours. I’ve had a light salad and a beer and am now tucking in to a dubious G&T. At least the tonic is dubious. The gin is Bombay Sapphire.
When I get to Heathrow all I need to do is find the Crowne Plaza, watch Liverpool in the Cup Final and hit the hay.
Pan fwyf yn hen a pharchus, ac arian yn fy nghod
A bob beirniadaeth drosodd, a phawb yn canu’m clod
Fe brynaf bwthyn unig, heb ddim o flaen ei ddor
Ond creigiau Aberdaron, a thonnau gwyllt y mor
Apologies if I got some of the grammar wrong. One of my fave poems.
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