Pancakes

"It's a pancake day, it's a pancake day, it's a papapapapapapapapancake-day!"

Remember that one? (For all the others: it's from a brilliant British sitcom (situation in question = Hollywoodish Robin Hoodish fake Middle Ages) from the beginning of the nineties or so, of which I remember not much more than the opening song and the usual horny monks, girl knights and men in tights that make up a good part of British comedy (is it just me or focuses every ten year old child on these issues?). Anyway: ronight we had pancakes for dinner! Larded with Wiltshire smoked bacon, Dutch appelstroop, cream cheese and brown sugar and cinnamon.

We continued this perfect night out in the cinema, where the Erasmus society had organised a screening of l'Auberge Espagnole, a film that came very close to its audience, which made it not only "exuberantly funny" but also a bit frightening. If you have seen it you'll know what I'm hinting at; otherwise: wait until you're (studying) abroad yourself and then watch it (because you'll probably get much more out of it).

To finish it off, we went to Clydesdale House, the postgraduate pub which is also a bit of us Erasmus people. Had a nice chat, met some more people, drank another Guinness (starting to like them a lot). Did you know that two hundred or so years ago beer was the primary source of nutrition for the British working-class? For them, breakfast didn't consist of bacon, eggs, sausages etc., but of a pint (or two). Then they introduced closing hours...