The first day in my new job left me with a head full of bees.
With two hours spare until French, I went and slumped in the Parc Royal, and thought of nothing for a bit. Then I found a bar. Unfortunately the proprietor was serving nothing more adventurous than sandwiches, so I had a half baguette with marg and some processed cheese. But the wine was €2,30 a glass - this must be the cheapest in Brussels! That's about £1.80.
So, good cheap wine, a very basic sandwich, and the Olympic Chaps' Gymnastics on a big telly. That quietened the bees for a bit. The bar was all brown melamine and sort of olive vinyl, just the kind of unpretentious place I like. I had two glasses of extraordinarily cheap booze while watching all the biceps.
And as it turns out, I speak much better French after a couple of drinks.