Fear and loathing on a River Rafting Ride

So there we was, on a laid back river raft ride in Walibi, having survived the waterfalls and the rapids, more or less dry, when in the cue to disembark our raft started taking on water. Those on the side where the water came in ignored the law of the lever and stood up on the seats pushing that side down even more. Having taken in about a foot of water I was starting to write my acceptance speech for the bravery award I'd get for rescuing the three kids and four adults, but no such luck as we were pulled onto the conveyor belt and the crisis was averted.

After that the bruvvas and I had a taste for adventure so we decided to form a crimefighting trio, a male version of Chalie's Angels...

J'en ai marre de Johnny Marr...

(... or roll and rock)

Have you noticed just how long people are in the lavatory?

Well I've noticed that short people are also there too.


Living on a tight budget, like living on a tight budgie, encourages innovation. One such piece of innovation I shall relate unto you now.

You'll know from reading this blog that there's plenty of corn in my diet, and in this blog. Thus I go thru my fair share of bog roll. This has created a cash flow problem.

The walls have ears and potatoes have eyes, so keep this to yourselves:

If buying t.p. is too much of an extravagance, then find a toilet roll tube and use it to coil the free t.p. provided in public toilets in universities, cafés, on trains or in libraries. The savings are absolootely fantastic.

Beware thou, such a practise is not entirely without risk: You can get AIDS on a toilet seat, but there are more comfortable places.

Louvain-la-Neuve, Not Leuven

I feel I need to clear up something, but I don't know the french for penicillin. To all those, including members of my family, who ask how I'm getting on in Leuven, I repeat: I live in Louvain-la-Neuve not Leuven.