I'm afraid my personal journey of self discovery probably runs a bit like the snooker ball in the fair, tracking in ever decreasing circles. The festival was in Brussels, and I'd no idea it was on, but what a bonus! You just can't beat plates of cold and still twitching seafood, the little fellas looking around and wondering where their shells have gone, washed down with some perfectly brewed beer. After two days I had to be dragged screaming from the place.
Talking of Kestrel and nostalgia (didn't the tins used to have page3 girls on them?) I've just heard that Cadburys have moved operations from their Frys factory in Brum to Holland. Remember "Big Fry" and George Lazenby?
Those ad guys really did their homework back then, - chocolate bars you had to carry on your shoulder and tins of weak beer with semi clad women on them. Sometimes I think we've all got just a little too sophisticated....
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