I’ve been travelling around Belgium, and their cycling culture is a thing of absurd beauty.
There’s cycle lanes everywhere, sometimes as busy as their car counterparts. On a one-way road for cars there’s often two cycle lanes on each side. Bicycle parking spots are always busy and resemble a tubular metallic haystack. Good luck finding your own bike in there.
Ryan found public toilets fascinating in a way. Most people kept a façade of perfection, their bodily functions a well-guarded secret. None of it mattered when they came to a shared toilet, though. They were forced to concede that yes, they all held a rancid factory within themselves and yes, it mostly produced sewage.
Grotesque Magazine just published “The Unnatural Call” in their latest issue. It's a puerile comedy horror story.
You can buy a copy here. This is an affiliate link so some of the profits will go to me. Be warned, I will most likely spend it on beer.
By that time, my brother had learned a few tricks himself. Instead of walking into the pub through the door, he unfolded from the gap between two floorboards. I had already bought the first round, so I just pushed his glass towards him.