Eleven o'clock last night, Girlpants and I decided to take a walk around the city. The architecture is beautiful here, people were still around in abundance, laughing in groups whilst sipping their cold cold beers, whilst students cycled past. After walking for around an hour, we settled down for a cold one ourselves, with Girlpants ordering in French whilst overlooking St Pieter's Church. Only to be served by a waiter, who spat out as he left

"Les rosbifs! Connard!"

It doesn't take much to lose the moment.