Not a
Belgium
in sight.
How dare you besmurf the reputation of Belgium by including a picture of a smurf in your message, you smurfing smurf!
For your punishment, I will now burst into song. Well, an incomplete song, and the scansion doesn't quite work - it relies on someone being able to somehow pronounce the acronym ICLCJ in only two syllables, but here goes.
To be sung to the tune of Frank Mills, from Hair:
I met a court called ICLCJ
On April the first right here
In front of the Berlaymont
But unfortunately
It has no address.
It was last seen with its friend,
A Canadian, he resembles Kevin Annett of the Indians,
and he wears his hair
With a little feather at the back.
I love it, but it embarrasses me
To be seen in court with it.
It exists in Brussels somewhere
And they wear this feathered headdress.
That, I'm afraid, is how far I got, while grocery shopping. One has to do something to keep one's mind busy while undertaking such mindless activities, doesn't one?