Spent the weekend on a lastminute.com special in Brussels. The purpose of the trip was to allow April to renew her student visa on the way back in, but also to get a break from London. After several previous trips to Brussels visiting Sharky, I’d always had a soft spot for a town many decry as being basically uninteresting, but after this visit, I’m starting to see what they mean. It just wasn’t the same without Sharks around to show us about. Grey weather, rude waiters, hotel 2 miles walk out of town — we just never quite got it right this time. One day into the weekend and we were at a loss for something to do. The fact that I’d bought new shoes and had blisters from the long walk to and from the hotel didn’t help the mood. Even the beer seemed too strong — at around 8% alcohol, after two or three, you'd had enough, leaving the long, grey afternoon stretching away from you with the option of either getting extremely pissed or going back out to stand in the rain while you wondered which uninviting, over–formal restaurant to venture into for dinner. All in all, I don’t think I’ll be rushing back. The good news; April got the visa.