Luizen molen in south Anderlecht (it's not all grubby turd-stained backstreets, you know!)
This is my heartfelt plea......
Somebody please, please help me - especially all you kind bloggers out there in Belgiumland.
My darlin' blogspot insists on doing all its dashboard stuff in Dutch and I can't for the life of me work out how to get it back into English.
Frankly, I have lost interest in blogging, as I have real books to write and can't be arsed to put finger to keyboard for any second longer than is necessary, especially as I have a fantastic, wild, organic garden that is now creeping ever forward and upward and advancing triffid-like all across Anderlecht...
However, I occasionally feel the urge for a little - how you say? - letting off steam (or is it mad banshee-ranting?) and a blog is a great thing for that - if irritatingly self-indulgent wank for the most part.
I could also entertain you all with fantastic photos of Brussels (especially the beautiful and deeply misunderstood and misrepresented district of Anderlecht), Bratislava (professional shots that I took for work), Budapest (more profi travel shots), Brixton, Berlin, Barcelona, Bilbao, Buenos Aires, Brno, Bradford and Budleigh Salterton.
In return for your anticipated kindness and helpfulness, oh bloggie-nerds out there in Flanders' fair fields, I give you Bush 'n' Blair singing the classic 'Gay Bar' originally by Electric Six.
I could put a proper video on this post - if only I could work the sodding dashboard.
Alstubleift....I feel SO linguistically challenged and oppressed.
S'il te plait, por favor, per favore, faz favor, kerlek szepen, va rog, prosim, pazhaluista, min fadlukum, molim, kudasai, my sailliu, tanaas neg yum khuse, bitte, and even whakawaireka & nimitzmotlahtlauhtilia - if it'll persuade you to lend a hand to a damsel in distress......