So, Goth will try and describe a usual day in the capital of Europe. Goth could wish he was a cunning linguist but, he never was that good at tennis. It will be raining (it's always fucking raining in Brussels) and grey and full of stupid twats called 'tourists' who couldn't afford to go somewhere interesting like Prague or Venice or any fucking where that matters.
However, stuck in Brussels like a pig on a stick, one could decide to embark on an adventure, braving the magical mystery machine, known as the Metro. Cunning piece of technology designed to put people in little tunnels in the vain hope that they might go somewhere interesting. As it never quite works that way, one might arrive in a pub-type place.
*Set the scene Goth*
OK, one might find an Irish bar with...
An Irish barman with Dutch roots and the 'munchies'
A dippy Irish girl with a lunatic boyfriend
A German guy with intelligence but not enough to fuck off when told to
An English person with more money than sense
A Welsh man with a slightly ironic attitude
An Indian without a cowboy in sight
A French woman with an empty stomach and the latest sudoku
A Scotsman with a penchant for crosswords
A South American with ideas beyond their reach
A Greek man with a BMW but no charisma
A Belgian wastoid without a shag since life began
A Spanish waiter who drops everything he touches
An American looking for proper food
A Mexican with an habitual need for various substances
oh, and lots of alcohol at inflated prices.
Welcome to the cosmopolitan hell that is Brussels, without a van Damn in sight.
Of course, one should not forget the train of European 'amateur politicians' passing through hoping that someone notices their prescence, a smattering of burnt out journalists and various celebrities who couldn't be famous if their very life force depended on it.
Add to that, some stale peanuts, some out-of-date crisps and lashings of mayonnaise and welcome to the jungle baby.
Could be worse I suppose, the doors might be closed or they could have banned smoking.... again... for a day or twenty.
Bollocks, get the beers in.