The remains of a wild Scottish party on the Grand Place
For the past few days there’s been a steady influx of Scottish football supporters into the city, in anticipation of tonight’s game against Belgium.
We’ve been treated to the permanent background noise of chanting and yelling, and a non stop parade of kilt-wearing lunatics all over town.
It’s fun though, they’re noisy but friendly, nothing like previous experiences with English fans.
They’ve been "occupying" the grand-place for a while, and when they left to go and see the game tonight, we decided to pop in there for a peek. I’ve never seen anything like it, the ground is actually gooey and sticky from the vast amounts of alcohol they’ve been ingurgitating, and the quantity of rubbish left over is impressive.