Right, Mum’s on the wine so you’re stuck with me, the senior… slightly better looking Bramley.
Arrived in Bruges after 4 trains from London this morning to find the parents lurking on a park bench near the station. I’d love to tell you all about the journey but it passed in a blur of boredom and a man with a plastic bag down his trousers*
After a quick walk around the town we settled into the Tintin bar, tasting several of the oddest beers I’ve ever come across. Coconut beer may take a while to make its way across to the UK.
We gifted the mother as she turned 21 and went for more beer at a bar where Jordan threw half a beer over the table. Much to the amusement of the father.
Dinner was a formal affair with chips served with every meal here. More beer followed at a bar with a ceiling made up of notes and bras (parents recommendation… don’t ask).
So there you have it, a day of trains, beer and chips. Short and to the point, kind of like Chris Wile 😳
*insert generic Colin Farrell ‘In Bruges’ quote
