Not a Very Likely Contingency in Belgium

"Eat your way around the world in London" managed to rev its engines again last night, and this week our dance card was marked by the Clapham Bierodrome.

My life, on discovering that Stella was Belgian, was more or less complete as I tucked into cheese and beer croquettes followed by moules mariniere.

It is practically impossible for a member of my generation to think of Belgian food without remembering the "Not the Nine O'Clock News" sketch in which Rowan Atkinson outlined to Mel Smith the various belches and farts that were used to indicate gastronomic appreciation in that fine country. I am amazed that I can't find any transcription of it on the Internet. I do hope that I haven't made it up.

Anyway, it is good to be back in harness. Always remember, "the silent waft is highly prized."