Mum's Birthday

This is ART.

You can find it at Jupiter Artland
(just outside Edinburgh).

It's a sculpture garden, and it's very nice.
If you like that sort of thing.

We shall strike a balance between culture and fun.

Quite recently Captain Tact and I went to Belgium – Brussels, if you want to be precise. Highlights included a sandwich the size of your face; an enormous Tintin cartoon in the middle of the city square and another (better one) on a gable end; waffles, waffles everywhere and not a drop to drink except for pure liquid chocolate; and fourteen thousand Japanese tourists.

During our sojourn we visited a comic museum where everything was in Flemish (except a couple of excerpts from Death Note which were in Japanese), a Magritte exhibition that wasn’t open for another month (but was probably in Flemish), and a small statue of a child doing a wee. There was also an open-air jazz festival with approximately no jazz to be had; an outdoor rave; and a musical instrument museum with an ocarina shaped like an elephant. It was all very nice if fairly incomprehensible, but the captain’s famous Sean Bean impersonations didn’t so much aid translation as create a vague sense of uneasiness and mistrust.

Nevertheless, we reached the end of our trip unscathed, and were back in plenty time for me to attend a job interview, which several weeks later led to me being told I was overqualified. The moral of the story? Move to Brussels.

Pies Are Nice

It's the Great Edinburgh Run Today.

I celebrated in my own small way by having an onion ring sandwich for breakfast.

Vive la resistance.