Fun and games on arrival in Brussels last night. (BTW, I´m typing this on a Flemish keyboard so please read slowly.) The hotel, having been paid, decided to charge me again. A metaphor for Europe perhaps? A second layer, a third, of politicians to spend our money? Thank the L for bloggers and their spare bedroom, eh?

There was, of course, beer imbibed, during the course of which we sneered at Danny Cohn Bendit. We also met Nigel Farage and quite wonderfully he wanders round Brussels with a metal pound sign in his lapel.