Bruxelles

I decided I'd go see ricey in Brussels for new years

for some reason I was flying there in this little deathtrap.

I was surprised that it didnt have rotor blades

I saw a weird coloured circle out of my window, I managed to capture it on the camera. do you see?

then I had to get the train from the airport to Gare Centrale to meet ricey

this is his yuppie neighbourhood. "location location location" he said

porn merchant

riceys two favourite clubs

this is his crib. he lives in the attic like Anne Frank. He doesnt keep a diary or wear dresses though

we rocked up at Bram's house. he had his cousin and her mate over from the Netherlands
I met Nico. he was dressed like a Cat Burglar

Bram is thinking about starting his new years eve party at 4 till 4am.

I'm not keen on spending twelve hours surrounded by what ricey is calling a 'sausage fest'

stefan (or sharky as he's affectionately now called)

seems that some of my phrases have been adopted by the euro crew

'cock heavy' and 'derailed' seemed to go down well on the continent...
me brammy and ricey went to a club named Soho

they played Tiesto then Scooter straight after it and noone batted an eyelid
"you look like James Blunt"

oh really?

well you look like a disgrace

I say that, but I still wanted a bit of neckin' (for the blog)
she soon locked horns with some euroclown behind me on this pic so the dream was over...

"so you're from manchester?"

I dont know how he worked that out from my accent

I only said about 3 words in the taxi, and not one of those was 'mad for it'

dan and brammy. or should I say fatty D by the look of that chin?