So your appetite for tractor based reportage and social commentary is limited. Too Belgian? I hear you, internet, and being the craven people pleaser I am, I promise to abstain from agricultural machinery in future. Sorry Léonie.
The picture above is posted on the lift to the corridor of ennui, with the following seductive promise:
'Brueghel themed bar night! Tomorrow! On the seventh floor! Fresh baked bread and a selection of beers!'.
I am finding the whole concept a little challenging. Being the Eurodrone I am, my questions instantly took the form of a numbered list. Yup, you really wouldn't want to be in my head. I'm sparing you the sub-paragraphs and roman numerals, but trust me, they're there.
4. Why lord, why
6. Look! They wore turbans back then too! This custom has deep roots! I should show Belgian turban wearing more respect.
7. Fresh baked bread? From the canteen? Those people shouldn't be allowed to handle live yeast.
8. What will they be wearing? I really hope there isn't doublet and hose. Oh god. Pantaloons. Knee britches.
9. What am I doing in this country
10. What should I wear?