Day 3 - Our arrival in Luxembourg city

On arrival in the capital of Luxembourg (Luxembourg; a lot of thought had obviously gone into that then?), the magnificent 7 (there are still only 6 of us) headed towards the nearest bar to plan the strategy for averting our impending hunger. After much deliberation about the size of various tangos, the shapes of various legs and the firmness of various arses, it was agreed to go for steak and chips.

The meal was top notch gorgeous and the glasses that the beer came in were not far off either. It took a lot of persuasion and pleading to make the waiter part with them; even the offer of a cash bribe from Bomber and Benger was turned down, so we reverted to Scouse mode. James performed an old Paul Daniels magic trick and promptly made the glasses disappear - in front of the waiters eyes I hasten to add. The aforementioned glasses are now staring at me from across the table in SRS - cracking magic trick James, perhaps you could do something similar with the contents of the Bank of England? Wishful thinking I suppose.