You get a regular Thursday night update from me on this. But I’m extra angry today because I am wearing red high-healed boots and a slip dress which I found myself changing out of in the train because of Midi and, just realised that, really: I have had enough.

End of rant: so much for your beacon of gender equality, Brussels bubble. Never heard a guy having to change clothes/shoes in case they get into trouble in Midi. Last week, I was berated by four men, two on drugs, two who were not. Guess which ones cared about my gender more.

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👇Eens. De belangrijkste poort van Brussel trekt op niets. Niet voor reizigers, en al zeker niet voor buurtbewoners. Iedereen weet het, maar beleidsvoerders vinden geen antwoord, blameren alleen elkaar. Een schande.

Apéro à la belge

Don’t! Brussels is an amazing city which I love. It really is - that’s why this Midi thing is so infuriating.

The worst sweets of all-time. No debate.

My “For you” is like 80 percent right-wing propaganda. There isn’t an algorithm on the planet that would serve me that content unless someone had their finger on the scale.