We arrived in the wee hours of the morning to the far distant shores of the beer brewing, chocolate sucking Belgians only to find ourselves stuck behind two lorries that had collided at a roundabout. An hour later we made our way to the hotel were we were shown into a poky little room with one small double bed. Now don't get me wrong, I like Paul, he's a nice chap, but Claire explicitly me told me – no gay sex whilst I'm away. So back downstairs to reception and a big room with far reaching views into the car park.