Thursday, 15 November 2018

What was the sexiest moment of my holiday? Those last two days taking the beer up to my room and w**king in front of my computer WHILE drinking

What was the sexiest moment of my holiday? Those last two days taking the beer up to my room and w**king in front of my computer WHILE drinking. How much sexier that felt! Immediate full powerful erections! Felt fantastic. In Cine Paris watching My Daughter-in-Law is a Whore was not bad either.


Nice to be back home. 418am Wednesday morning now. Not been to sleep yet

Nice to be back home. 418am Wednesday morning now. Not been to sleep yet.
Best memories were discovering Le Coin is better than Fifth and it is the Ibis I need to stay at next time; discovering it is better to drink my beer in my room while watching pornography to keep me in the mood, that is SO sexy. Like the old days in the Berlin Plaza and Dorint bedrooms. I realise I need to stay out of the Max lounge AND the Dorint bar. Go straight out from room with Priapic rod in my trousers, in Brussels and Vienna. When I can see a massive knockered girl like S-- completely naked, opening her pussy for me as well, why would I waste 10 euros on a topless only place like Empire? Good decision.

Wednesday, 14 November 2018

410PM Pretty sure I’m the only customer in the Dome and have been for quite a long time

410PM Pretty sure I’m the only customer in the Dome, and have been for quite a long time. Mystifies me a bit—it’s a lovely place to hang out in, and chill, drink, smoke, chat, whatever. If it called itself a Caffe Nero or Starbucks or Costa it would probably be packed all the time. Berenice again I’m Proud—Brussels 2001. Ur. Joe Dassin again; I really need to put more songs on my phone but I’m very selective, and there are very few songs that mean a lot to me at any particular time. 414 and my train leaves 556; surely time for one more? OK 415 I’m going for my 6th. So well done, I’ve avoided Le Coin, AND Brussels Grill (as well as Cine Paris and Fifth), and the shoe shops as well. So finally we are here! Adieu Bruxelles! Adieu mes jeunes filles! Bonjour tristesse! Bonjour darkness my old friend!


350PM I start my fifth—final—Stella in the Dome. Oh but now the maitre d’ is killing me; replaced the empty peanut bowl with little slices of sausage with dabs of mustard!

350PM I start my fifth—final—Stella in the Dome. Oh but now the maitre d’ is killing me; replaced the empty peanut bowl with little slices of sausage with dabs of mustard! Gorgeous! Oh and now he’s given me chunks of cheddar cheese with pepper on top! You are killing me, monsieur! But it certainly precludes the need for Brussels Grill! I have to force myself not to finish these all in one go even before I’ve started my beer, otherwise he will just bring more and as my mother always tells me, cheese is the most fattening thing you can eat. So no, let me slow down on the cheese and stick to the beer. Mavi Phoenix Longtime again, tempting me back to Vienna in the New Year. Like a Pill again. My ur-song. Kylie Can’t Get You Out of my Head (Brussels, circa 2001 or 1999? Even more of an ur-song, if so).

The Cine ABC and California Peep Show & videokabins next to it both STILL horrible empty shells

The Cine ABC and California Peep Show & videokabins next to it both STILL horrible empty shells; the people campaign to close down these disgusting sleazy places, but what takes their place? Nothing. Complete lack of any life at all, or in Stuttgarter Platz’s case just more bars, more drinking establishments. So much better? More life, more life-force, more passion, in the naughty places. 345PM. My Eurostar departs in 2 hours 11 minutes. And let’s hope I’ll be on it. Pink Like a Pill (Brussels, 2001, proper proper old school). One of my ur-songs.

Rue des Bouchers

Arnold Schoenberg (so redolent of Vienna. Viennese eroticism). I tell myself every time but I never learn—no point booking a late Eurostar on my homeward day

Arnold Schoenberg (so redolent of Vienna. Viennese eroticism). I tell myself every time but I never learn—no point booking a late Eurostar on my homeward day. I always do it thinking at least it gives me a last few hours to enjoy the naughty jollies of Brussels, but in reality I NEVER want to do ANYTHING on my homeward day so it is just a complete waste of time, energy and money. Please, NEVER do it again. A lunchtime Eurostar is perfect, so I can at least lie in and stay in my hotel room till 11am checkout time, 1pm-2pm at latest, but no more 556PM homeward trains! Another lesson I have to keep re-learning. Joe Dassin again. 335PM. Getting there. And all my life-force still intact pretty much (i.e. all my sperm). There’s been a few girls passing the Dome while casting their lascivious eyes in at me, trying to tempt me to give up some of my life-force, but no chance madames! No chance, mes jeunes filles! Me too strong! I’m too bloody strong!

Fourth Stella in the Dome

Fourth Stella in the Dome. 316PM. After this, and one more, I reckon that will be 415PMish and perfect time to get my taxi to Midi, and get TWO lovely Panos baguettes for a change (if they’re still open). The thing about the Ibis Gare du Midi coming back into play is it also brings back into play L’Orient Express, and the lovely little chicken (etc) LATE NIGHT restaurant next to it. And a constant all day source of food from the station (and NEWSPAPERS!). Yes, suddenly the thought of staying in the Ibis again has excited me about a quick return to Brussels (which I cannot possibly afford, but never mind). Just to feel the excitement, the eagerness, is a thrill in itself. Anticipation is everything. Anticipation is the fuel that keeps me going. If I really feel like it, I could forego one more Stella here in the Dome and walk to Fifth for a last 3 euro Maes; just to check the place out one last time. Little enthusiasm for it though. Does anybody record their travels, and their imminent homeward journey, as meticulously minute by minute as me? No, and yes why bother? I can almost hear my ex-wife saying. Always a great force for bringing me back down to earth and bursting my little bubbles. Bless her.
323. I wonder if I will be treated to a sexy barmaid here at the Dome, or does the lunchtime boss go all the way in these cost-cutting days? Would be lovely to see Aisha again as a final treat before I go home. Still a source of many erections/fantasies for me, even when back home in London. Rohff Qui est l’exemple (Brussels c.2003. FIRST Golden Age! Proper old school).

Rue des Bouchers

Third Stella here in the Dome

Third Stella here in the Dome. 242PM. Pink Last to Know (Berlin circa 2003-4). Brollies are up but blowing inside out; no visible sign of rain, but a bitter Arctic wind (I can imagine). What little rain there is, equally cold (I am sure). My visit to Le Coin on my fourth day has reinvigorated my faith in Brussels the way the previous 3 days’ visits to Fifth had rather killed it;; so why then on my leaving day don’t I return to Le Coin and “do” something? No, I never want to have sexual relations on my home day; it completely knocks me out and leaves me weepy and emotional. Wanda Bussi Baby (Vienna c.2016). Amy MacDonald Run (recent). Mando Diao Sweet Wet Dreams (recent). Nazar/Falco Zwischen Zeit und Raum (Vienna c.2016). Mavi Phoenix Longtime (recent). I don’t want to do anything sexual on my home day, one reason I sub-consciously really recoil from it is because it is your life-force isn’t it. I need all my life-force just to get me through the long, tiring journey home with my heavy bag. Avoid sex, and avoid any heavy food too. Drink at least gives me that high that gives wind beneath my wings for a while.

I never realised Brussels has stolpersteine as well

Zoe Adieu. Rihanna Love on the Brain. Again reward for doing something DIFFERENT?

Zoe Adieu. Rihanna Love on the Brain. Again, reward for doing something DIFFERENT? By taking that long walk down to Le Coin yesterday I have revolutionised my future trips to Brussels (perhaps). The old Gare du Midi nexus suddenly regains pre-eminence over the Max Nexus. More than anything I look forward to getting back to the good honest butt-naked knickerless strippers of London. Topless only strip clubs are an abomination, and I take them as a personal insult. Joe Dassin Et Si tu n’existais pas. That song I only heard in Empire’s topless only strip club here in Brussels.

So 216PM and reluctantly back in the Café du Dome

So 216PM and reluctantly back in the Café du Dome. I would much rather have stayed in my room, but to pay for the whole night would have cost 79 euros! So now I try to kill time in the Dome, then perhaps Brussels Grill. Feel no desire for another Cine Paris or Fifth. Brussels has suddenly turned bitterly cold; feels more like snow than rain. Still, it is a pleasure to be sitting here in the Dome, listening to Berenice’s I’m Proud on my earphones, glass of Stella in my hands. Now Alcazar Crying at the Discotheque. Maitre Gims Bella. Memories of this holiday? Discovering Le Coin girls for the first time “came to life” for me and therefore that I really, really look forward to staying once more at my OLD favourite hotel, the Ibis Gare du Midi. That discovery will make it more likely I will return to Brussels sooner than I would otherwise have done. Junior Senior Move Your Feet.



It is only 1152 now. I really have until 1PM to make my mind up

It is only 1152 now. I really have until 1PM to make my mind up—at that point I need to go out and buy those new shoes, if I want to, and also get more cash from the ATM if I really want to return to Le Coin before going home. That means 30 euros to stay till 2PM, taxi fare back to Midi, PLUS locker charge to store my bag at Midi while I pop back to Le Coin, perhaps.

The wonderful eroticism of Le Coin yesterday makes me want to come back for an extended stay in Brussels again—basing myself down by the Gare du Midi this time

The wonderful eroticism of Le Coin yesterday makes me want to come back for an extended stay in Brussels again—basing myself down by the Gare du Midi this time. I was unkind for saying it had the atmosphere of a greasy spoon café. It has got lots of vases of flowers, lots of PAINTINGS of vases of flowers on the walls, a wonderful dark brown painting of some river surrounded by ferns and palm trees, and lovely dark brown wood panels, and unusual kind of trestle-type lamps suspended from the ceiling, all of which gives it a rather Bavarian, Munich feel; a real Carmina Burana feel! I’m talking myself into going back again before I leave, aren’t I! I suppose if I just went in for the last hour and just had a few beers, that would not be that expensive!

Another wonderfully varied & eclectic set of films at Cine Paris





Five Days in Brussels with Charles Baudelaire – by Georges Barral

I didn’t eat much yesterday—just the 530PM Brussels Grill steak all day?

I didn’t eat much yesterday—just the 530PM Brussels Grill steak all day? Well, if I’m only permitted to stay in my room till 2PM, let me go back upstairs and enjoy its comfort for every minute until then. Time to depart the Hotel Max lounge. When I’ve finished my second beer. When I sat down for my Brussels Grill steak last night I thought I’m going to have this steak then go over the road and take a Domino’s Pizza back to the hotel with me. Well, long before I even finished the steak I was struggling. So I will try to avoid it today—don’t want to be in that state and having to come back to the hotel and start the long journey home like that.


Well I was going to pay for the room for another night just so I could stay in it until I left the hotel at 430PM but it is 79 euros tonight!

Well, I was going to pay for the room for another night, just so I could stay in it until I left the hotel at 430PM but it is 79 euros tonight! Therefore I had to make do with 30 euros to stay till 2PM only. Now I have the problem what the hell am I going to do between 2 and 5? Yes, I suppose I could decamp to the Café du Dome again at 2, and maybe even endure the Cine Paris again, though it will still be the same films as I’ve been seeing since I got here I expect. Really feel no desire to return to Fifth Avenue which says a lot; I DO feel a desire to return to Le Coin but do not want the expense. I would not be able to resist the temptation and I would really rather not take out another 100-200 euros; not knowing if I have a job to go back to or not especially. 1130 on my second beer already. I’ll have to pour myself on to Eurostar at 556. I may make the effort to go look for some new shoes before 2. So do I go to Vienna in the New Year—which with my No Fly rule means staying nights in Brussels and Munich along the way? No. Unthinkable. We will see.

Drug Opera