I’ve shamelessly thieved this from All The Stuff And All The Things – with whom I have a December assignation in Brussels to get shitfaced drunk on subsidised European gin and right all the perceived wrongs in the world – but our sentiment is still the same.
We miss the ‘burgh like a dull aching thing that sometimes stabs you in the eye othertimes pulls at your guts. This city holds more of me and more of my heart than anywhere on earth. And it will keep pulling me back there until the day I die. Like the beautiful bitch it is.