Well, sort of. Busy minding my own business - i.e. doing fuck all really, lady Daphne of the Muff calls me and requests a meeting in the park. Apparently there's an oopen air music festival - so all that's required is some decent weather (like that'll happen in Bruxelles. Anyway, 'It's a bit like Glastonbury' she said as I looked out at the miserable, rain laden sky. 'Yeah, full of mud and shit music' I thought but wouldn't have dared to be so rude.
Rain calls for a change of plan - "Is there a bar near this park thing?" I asked and having had the obvious confirmed, I headed off in that direction at dawn, or about 3 in the afternoon, which is as close to dawn as I get.
We met in the bar and started quaffing our beers looking at the weather taking a turn for the worse. Then the strangest thing happened, one by one a Brazilian samba band started coming in to the bar with their instruments to get out of the rain. "This could prove interesting" I said to Daphne - "Why?" she asked. "Because they won't be able to resist the urge to start playing".
Sure enough, barely 10 minutes had elapsed and the music started. So there we were, sat on comfy chairs in a small bar, listening to samba music for at least 2 hours.
Who cares if it's raining outside, when it feels like Brazil on the inside. At one point, they even persuaded me to get up and sing with them - been awhile since I did that in public.
A jolly good time was had by all, although I think the volume of beer drunk may have been slightly excessive but so what - free gigs in small bars. Who needs to go and roll around in the mud at Glastonbury - fuck that for a game of soldiers.
I love it when a plan comes together....