Just one can of beer (large) in the hotel and I feel ready to go back to bed. Still 1137, half an hour till Ciné Paris opens. Well, it is November 5th. Bonfire Night. Guy Fawkes Night. I don’t suppose the date means anything to anyone in Belgium, but it still resonates with us English. “Remember, remember, the 5th of November”. We were taught that in primary school (in very effective state-controlled brainwashing). Still celebrating the capture, torture and barbaric death of a Catholic who tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament 400 years ago? I will no doubt be in bed fast asleep by mid-afternoon, but let me try to force myself to go back out again later, on this most significant of nights.