What the feck do you want a Brussels fishing tackle shop for? Are you going to compliacte the already bizarre ephemera that surronds our sleeping arrangements? Is it your rubber boot fetish? Bloody Norwegians.

The rangements are simple. We'll have a dish of caffeine chez ETV, and decide what the hell we're gonna do. Just have directions to all possible venues, and we'll chill!

Skipjack.

ps Seen Linda rioting on the TV!