As Susan has elsewhere observed how much Mudcat Gatherings suck, I can duly confirm that the Brussels Euro-Gathering has lived up to the abysmal standards which have been set. Richard and Pat have been held captive in their Mooland home for almost five days, by a disparate/desparate bunch of friendly people from all over Europe, who forced them not merely to listen to amazing songs and tunes - but made them join in as well!

Lady McMoo was forced to feed this horde of hairy hooleygans on Polish stew and fish chowder - but did that satisfy them? they demanded more and more. They proceeded to consume vast quantities of Belgian beers, and this only fulled them to carry on singing and playing long into the nights, and telling terrible stories and jokes until the Moos were utterly helpless.

Max must be held accountable for this terrible plot to bring utter strangers together, and spreading harmony and friendship through a shared love of music. If this sort of thing carries on where on earth will it lead to?