Two Spurs fans in the White Hotel sit in the infamous love seat while the ghostly spectre of a White Moose gazes on. Of course it could be an adult male deer, which would make it a White Hart. Not quite White Hart Lane, but still, no moose is good moose.
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February 13th, 2008 at 3:23 pm
You still stuck in that White Hotel then?
February 14th, 2008 at 8:30 pm
Have I died? Have I gone mad? Or am I in The White Hotel Brussels?
Looking at the decor in this place I think that the last two are true, although I did fly back to Scotland last night as my son hit 16 today.
My last room, 011, was one of the weirdest, a weird figure of 8 shaped tub, around 8ft long, under the TV set. A circular wooden gun site, that wouldn’t have looked out of place on the Bomber rig, squatting next to a weird wooden Tripod with a horizontal wooden circle on top and a dwarf rocking chair. It’s like Stonehenge in ‘85 all over again.
I guess I kind of like this place. If you ever get to Brussels, check it out, that and Cafe Delerium with over 2,000 beers (Thursday night there is live band night).