Saturday, 30 June 2018

Just to be alone at home with my computer and the rain pouring outside, the simple pleasures. Nothing greater than this

Just to be alone at home with my computer, and the rain pouring outside, the simple pleasures. Nothing greater than this. 252AM. Be grateful you are not like the --s of this world. The K--s! People respect you for the way you are. Keep to your path.
Just keep working hard, month after month, and the debt will slowly come down. Keep going out to the London pubs on my days off because that is where the pleasure is, that is what I work for. To sit in pub watching sexy girls bouncing past. That is what it is all about. Maybe persist with the -- but give up on bad egg gas --. Check out Lolita on Saturday. The Calcutta remains my favourite. When I have my own little nest again it will remain so. In my nest I need no furniture, just my clothes and my laptop. So I can move easily and often. Everything else just in storage.
I look forward to my own nest again. Just getting the bus back to my flat at nights. Late night nightcaps in the Calcutta then late night bus back to my little nest. My classical music, my ferns, my lamp on the floor. I crave it. But I must get rid of this £20,900 debt first. Keep working hard, bringing it down £500 a month. I will get there.
In the meantime keep publishing my Travel Diaries, 2014-17. Put my record out there. I just like watching the sexy girls passing the pub window, maybe find a busty little whore when they come around in Soho, but otherwise what pleasure to be alone now, with my ferns and my classical music. My lamp on the floor. Writing my books, going to Brussels and Vienna every now & then. A nice life.

So Tuesday I got through another £141. Spent about £98 on strip alone, several private dances with -- and fivers for shoes off of course

So Tuesday I got through another £141. Spent about £98 on strip alone, several private dances with -- and fivers for shoes off of course. As soon as I got my first pint and sat on stool and she came to me in short black leather dress and long black hair and kissed me on both cheeks and gave me that smile, immediate erection. Then she turned and walked away showing me that incredible arse, I knew I was lost. Said we can meet when she comes back. The other girls were all bland, I tried to stay on other side except when -- was collecting. No idea what time I left. No memory of how I got back to station or waiting for train or getting back home.
I have £35 left in my pocket so might as well go out for one more drink this morning. Though it is dark and rainy.
*** Got to Calcutta 1PM, and almost straightaway stunning brown bun, short skirt, white tight v-neck top over massive boobies, could see them bulging over bra through almost see-through white top. Stunning 10 out of 10. Then blonde ponytail girl in tiny black vest over big knockers and tweed trousers.

Yes so it is going to be a dark rainy warm day so approach it in the spirit of the old Soho days. The old Fu Manchu days!

Yes so it is going to be a dark rainy warm day, so approach it in the spirit of the old Soho days. The old Fu Manchu days! Beautiful, sweaty, voluptuous naked floozies stripping for me, and rubbing themselves against my cock. Of course I will go to -- today.

Friday, 29 June 2018

YOU DID A GOOD THING. YOU PUT THE CAT AMONG THE PIGEONS

YOU DID A GOOD THING. YOU PUT THE CAT AMONG THE PIGEONS.
Rubbish journey home; no one except the black girl, and as fantastic as her busty figure is I am becoming bored of her already. That K-- girl maybe just a result of previous train being cancelled, the platform at London Bridge in particular did seem INCREDIBLY busy that day. There has been nothing like that surge of people getting on since then.

A tale of two blondes today. Entering Cannon Street this morning blonde in short short plum-coloured dress only barely covering her wonderful rotund arse

A tale of two blondes today. Entering Cannon Street this morning blonde in short short plum-coloured dress only barely covering her wonderful rotund arse, and the fabric clung to both buttocks of that curvy arse, and gorgeous bared curvy thighs. 19, 18, perhaps. Ahead of me to Platform 7 as well, but sadly she got on the first door. Stirring.
Then waiting for No.15 bus tonight passed by beautiful blonde in red short top and skin-tight black spandex trousers over amazing amazing sexy arse. Sensational.
So, last night. I cannot help it, I want to see A-- again, Surely if I get a chance over next three days I will have to go. Tomorrow, anyway I will have to go to bed for nap first, as was horrible last week going straight out early, tired, ratty, irritable, did not enjoy the drinking at all. So yes for sure nap for 1 or 2 hours when I get home in morning. Of course looking forward to the train home as well, for K-- girl? Black girl? Exciting.
Maybe now I am really over Calcutta Lucia and black barmaid, I might as well resume going to Victoria first so I can pop into M&S every day, then get No.38 and walk down to --, -- etc just finishing in my Calcutta.
A river cuts its own course. If I feel really drawn to A-- right now, then that is what I should do. I will go off her soon enough.
"Stop flirting with me." "Don't go, I think I love you." "Oh yes if you want it now. Let's do it now. You are a dirty cow but you turn me on". "Is that a new perfume you are wearing today. It is very very effective." I'm sorry I misread the signals.

Wanking in public is indicative of a state of complete transcendental abandonment which having sex with a woman in public isn't

Wanking in public is indicative of a state of complete transcendental abandonment which having sex with a woman in public isn't, comparatively. I have done both, of course, and wanking in public feels so much more TRANSGRESSIVE. Therefore I think it gives so much more of a high, a kick, it is the greatest high I think.
Having sex with a woman even in public involves engagement, whereas wanking in public quite unconcerned involves abandonment. And abandonment trumps engagement, IMHO. There ends my thesis. I'm feeling emotional tonight. Being cut off from travel and cut off from women is starting to bite. How I will explode when I am able to return to both. "Transgression is not only natural it is beautiful. I would go further: it is essential."
Most beautiful girl serving in M&S Victoria. Sure it is the one I saw before; black hair, looking Pakistani or Persian, surely, but with bit of Peruvian, bit of Brazilian. Extrordinarily beautiful face. I say again, I HAVE to make a point of going in M&S Victoria every time I go through that station, whether I need to buy anything or not. Stunning. One of the most beautiful women in London. M&S does it again. Nearly followed brunette into Boots, white slip top, and gold white skirt over most massive gorgeous fat arse. Oh God I need a nest of my own again.

Wednesday, 27 June 2018

"Regine is buried in Assistens Cemetery in Copenhagen along with both Kierkegaard and Frederik Schlegel"

"Regine is buried in Assistens Cemetery in Copenhagen, along with both Kierkegaard and Frederik Schlegel." 2336 and this night is flying by already, mainly because I became engrossed reading about Kierkegaard and Regine Olsen, and absolutely moved to the point of tears. When she was about to sail to join her husband in the West Indies for 5 years, she rushed round Copenhagen on her last day to find Kierkegaard, to say goodbye to him and wish him luck. They never saw each other again, and he died 8 months later. Feel choked.


Tuesday, 26 June 2018

One of the all time greats

One of the all time greats. Getting off K-- and bouncing past my window and up steps, brown ponytail, beautiful girl 18-19-20, and low cut pale tiny vest over most wonderful big lovely jubblies BULGING inside that tight pink fabric. Black & white pinstripe trousers, but Christ those knockers, and that face. Knew I was watching I am sure. Sure I have seen her before but always from wrong place.
Finally I have found the right carriage. Pulling into --, those huge black knockers, Zeppelins, gazongas, sticking out a mile in tight white T-shirt, short black skirt, my black girl. As I got off she was sitting there by door on that little seat, eyes down, letting me look down at her made up beautiful face, and cleavage in that white T-shirt. Christ two of the all time greats. And that little denim shorts girl as well with glasses. All on this one carriage!!!!!!
Can you imagine working in the office with that K-- girl, with those knockers on display all day! The men must have erections all day long. And with that black girl, absolutely unbelievable.

Pound down to 1.13146 ! Makes it easier than ever to abstain from travelling

Pound down to 1.13146 ! Makes it easier than ever to abstain from travelling. Weight holding steady at 15'7. So finally another bomb attack in Brussels, failed this time. Suitcase bomb failed to go off in Central Station around 8PM. Attacker shot dead by soldiers. So it is not going away. Just yesterday I was thinking I should start using the metro in Brussels again, as long as I avoid rush hour, and here he is trying to detonate a bomb at 8PM. If at Central Station why not Gare du Midi next time?
STICK TO MY LINE. REDUCING MY CREDIT CARD DEBT BY £500 A MONTH. UNTIL I CAN AFFORD MY OWN NEST AGAIN. And resume travels. I have Brussels Fifth Avenue, Cine  Paris, Gare du Nord waiting for me; Vienna WSK and Manhattan waiting for me. Hamburg to explore. Frankfurt close to Brussels. Munich Schillerstasse.
Simplify. Hot summer days looking down into my green gardens, ending in thunderstorms later, lashing rain. While I write my books, my Travel Diaries. TWELFTH NIGHT (Travel Diary 2014). Meanwhile reducing my credit card debt down to £17,900 by end of year. To £11,800 by end of 2018. Suddenly then my own nest would become possible again.

Got erection now in my seat just writing these words. My credit card debt coming down by £500 every month

Got erection now in my seat, just writing these words. My credit card debt coming down by £500 every month; that is every month my return to travelling and floozies and the pornotopian life comes closer. Yes that is £3,000 every six months. £6,000 a year. So £17,900 by end of this year and potentially £11,900 by end of next year. Oh, but that all depends on unlikely event of this -- paradise continuing as it is, and -- carrying on as she is, and me carrying on as I am. *** Reading last June's diary I now know why my weight is going UP. Last June I was saying things like "spent all 3 days inside the house". Even if I went to -- on Monday I would stay home on the Tuesday. I was NOT going out to the pub every day off the way I do now. I was actually drinking way less this time last year. If I am drinking more, I have to cut out something else. Going to be blistering 30C Monday and 28 Tuesday. Perfect perfect days of pub windows. I am drinking more this year, important to realise, because I am NOT travelling. I have to do something to fill the gap. Committed to my £500 plan as long as the work situation allows it.
THIS IS MY ONCE IN A LIFETIME CHANCE TO BRING DOWN MY CREDIT CARD DEBT. And I don't know how long this window of opportunity will last, so I must go for it all out. Try to have a little nap when I get home even if it is just 9 to 11. Makes such a difference.


I had an erection all the way home Saturday thinking of J--

I had an erection all the way home Saturday thinking of J--. At E-- I had to play my game to take my mind off of her to get it to go down.
Think of all the beautiful women I have slept with, for real. Then the incredible floozies! What a life I have had. And so much more to look forward to. A late start but I have made up for it, exploded all the more riotously into my sexual life because of it. When the dam finally burst, the flood was tremendous. And still is. Like after the big bang the universe has kept on expanding and maybe even is speeding up, so has my erotic flood continued since the moment the dam finally burst (first naked woman I saw 1992 and first sex 1997) and maybe even now is speeding up. I am grateful now to my late start. I am ripening late, blooming and blossoming late; that is why I still look so ridiculously young. People still call me "son" and I think I must be 10 or so years older than them! An impatience now, to do more, to go further and deeper. Sense even now I have only just dipped my toes into what is possible erotically. I feel like I am 25 years old, as I count my age as having started the moment I first saw a naked woman, at Sunset Strip in Dean Street, dancing to Tallulah. That is when MY life began. Before that there was nothing.

Monday, 25 June 2018

Still how absolutely magical I find the old Tittenalarm films reminding me so much of that First Golden Age 2003-5

Still how absolutely magical I find the old Tittenalarm films; reminding me so much of that First Golden Age, 2003-5. Surely THIS is the collective title of my books! THE FIRST GOLDEN AGE comprising Autismus, Lotta, The Cold Icy Air of the Mountains, and Casanova. THE SECOND GOLDEN AGE comprising Travel Diary 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017. With the THIRD GOLDEN AGE awaited. Surely, let this third age include Hamburg, but also Italy, Reichenbach Falls, Brocken, etc etc. I feel such hope and optimism and excitement and anticipation for the eventual resumption of my travelling; and the fact there IS light at the end of the tunnel. I have permanently improved my bank account by £1000 at same time as reducing my credit cards already by £2000. And this has really all been done between January and June only.  Oh God, how floozies make my life worth living, and pornography. It is my opium, it is my richness.


I still have so much I still want to do, more girls to try at Fifth Avenue which was never possible with a £20,000 debt but can be done with £9,999

I still have so much I still want to do, more girls to try at Fifth Avenue which was never possible with a £20,000 debt but can be done with £9,999. Long sessions at Cine Paris. Finally have a private dance in one of those small Schillerstrasse places Munich to see IF they are really titillatingly naughty or not. Try Hamburg's Reeperbahn. Hamburg for 2018. And while waiting for this 3rd Golden age, lovely drinking sessions in London pubs. I do have a curiosity about this Romanian Ruby and Blonde Laura at 8 Greek Street. Greek Street Mary would be nice to lay with again; oh and a long session with bustious Zara.

How fantastic that night with Adelina was, drunk Adelina, tottering around just in bra & knickers

How fantastic that night with Adelina was, drunk Adelina, tottering around just in bra & knickers, letting me put arm around her and slip inside her bra to fondle her breast. Great nights of my life. Up there with all the best nights from Stuttgarter Platz or Soho or Schillerstrasse. Most recently in WSK getting wanked openly in front of everyone in the foyer by the Mongolian! F**king Jackie and Amanda in the sofas at the back of the dark cinema. Fortuna blonde. Legendary, incredible nights were still happening. Brazilian Diane, Albanian Inna, Dominican Republic Lucy, Beatris in Brussels. But a debt of £20,904 is unsustainable because I CANNOT AFFORD RENT ON MY OWN NEST. That is the central point for me--I have to be able to afford rent on my own little studio flat again. If I cannot, then I do not have  my head above water. And am in deep trouble. I am climbing my way out of the depths right now, with slow but steady progress.

Thursday, 21 June 2018

I may be sick but it is a delirious delicious sickness

I may be sick, but it is a delirious, delicious sickness. It is a fever that arouses and allows one to see the truth with penetrating clarity. A fever that excites and intoxicates.**
"What a magnificent pair of knockers". That is why I travel. Oh Inna, Diane, Lucy. Adelina. I cannot wait for the Third Golden Age to start, but it is a long way off. Still owe £20,904! But I am following my plan, reducing it by £500 EVERY  MONTH.


Wednesday, 20 June 2018

I was having an amazing and powerful dream

I was having an amazing and powerful dream, felt so portentous, someone reading my tarot, telling my fortune, and it was swirling, I was sailing in midst of a storm, in midst of inferno on the seas, and it was all about the "Tower", and I was dimly aware it was Grenfell Tower in Westminster, in the sense it has exploded in the heart of Westminster politics as much as if it really was in the grounds of Parliament, but to me in the dream it was being described to me as a metaphor for the tower of my own life. Even inside the dream I was remembering Sasha Bonasin telling me to take great notice to all signs and all dreams this month, they will be very very meaningful. I said I saw no one at -- Wednesday, but oh there was that little black-haired teenager in plum T-shirt and cut-off denim jeans, incredible serious beautiful face, our eyes met as they stood on opposite corner, her, her dad & brother as her brother took photos of pub after they left. Our eyes met, she was a seriously beautiful little thing.

Tuesday, 19 June 2018

Black girl was there at F-- but I am MILES too far up the train. Previous carriage needed

Black girl was there at F-- but I am MILES too far up the train. Previous carriage needed.
It feels good to have a PLAN. Reducing my credit cards by £500 a month, then eventually being free to get my own nest again, and start a third golden age of travel.
Remember my big swinging dick between my legs at all times.
Society is warped by my presence in their midst. They attack me but this betrays how they are fascinated by me, which means they are attracted by me. They cannot stop thinking about WHAT I am getting up to. I find it delicious the effect I have on them, and I am not going to back down now. I am not going to let them off the hook, My behaviour just becomes more rampant, more flagrant, more provocative. Every time they attack me they betray how I have got under their skin, how they are obsessed by me. And they have done another thing they can never ever take back, and stored up even more bad karma for themselves, waiting for them just around the corner.

Sunday, 17 June 2018

The great intellectual & spiritual bloomings & blossomings of my life

The great intellectual & spiritual bloomings & blossomings of my life might be listed as the books of Michael Moorcock (around 1986), the films of Jean Luc Godard (perhaps 1987), the music of Throwing Muses (1989), the Bicentenary of the French Revolution (1989), the discovery of strip clubs, porn cinemas & prostitutes (1992-1998, in Soho), the philosophy of Nietzsche (1999), the glory of travel (1999-2005, almost exclusively to Brussels, Munich, Vienna & Berlin), A-- my future wife (2006-2013), my resumption of travelling 2014.
So 0518 Friday morning and I have so far got through the whole night with no chocolate at all. Once I get in the habit of doing that it should be easy. And cumulatively, missing out on a whole week's worth of chocolate, a whole month's worth of chocolate, what a difference surely it must make?
How wonderful it will be when I get back to the Wiertz Museum again. If I ever see those Delvauxs again. The Genie du Mal, Figure Tombale, Tresors de Satan, and Alfred Stevens Salome all in one place again. Will the old Museum of Modern Art in Brussels EVER be reconstituted? One presumes the Magritte collection which replaced it is too much of a cash cow to ever be removed now. How special it was to see just a few Magrittes in the old Modern Art collection; how much overkill to have an entire museum of them; it is enough to turn you off of him for life I am afraid. Always leave them wanting more. Well they certainly have left me wanting more Delvaux, the greatest loss of all since the Modern Art was destroyed.
Oh what joy if I ever see Inna again in Fifth Avenue. I do not ever expect to see Brazilian Diane, Dominican Republic Lucy, Romanian Andrea, etc, again. Nor Adelina in Manhattan in Vienna. And Berlin is surely finished forever; as is rip off Munich Schillerstrasse. What I look forward to now is my THIRD Golden Age of travel. The second golden age finished in December 2016 with that last month in Brussels, Moroccan Leyla and Brazilian Diane in Fifth and finally a dance with Hungarian Jennifer in Empire. Now it is a long hard battle to try to wipe out my crippling credit card debt before it drags me down under the waves. Dancing on the lip of the volcano long enough; I have to pull back completely; for a long fallow year or two years or more. God knows what will be left when I go back this time.

Think it was the same -- barmaid as Monday, glasses, curvy, see-through white blouse, so sexy

Think it was the same -- barmaid as Monday, glasses, curvy, see-through white blouse, so sexy. Giggling because she miscounted my change, she is not really here. Next time she is "a little bit" here now. Third time told man Amstel as I approached bar. She is so cute. -- again by far the best window watching place. Think I will even miss out -- in future. Italian in Calcutta at start as well, friendly, but ignored me later when she came in with big Co Op bag. But it is all about the -- for now. So many sexy girls I saw from there. Fantastic.,
So yes Tuesday I went a little bit mad at --. Got through £165 total, four or five private dances with --, and fiver every time to dance without shoes. Even when I arrived, SOBER, and from distance across bar saw her sitting on sofa I felt desire for her. She has put on weight! Much more voluptuous now, and her breasts no longer look fake as her body has swelled to match them, and the arse now! Oh my god her arse. So so sexy. She gave me her number again.
S-- in contrast, as magnificent as her breasts are, seemed invisible to me. -- so so fuckable, that booty, that body. Amazonian indeed. -- barmaid too makes me wish I had my own nest again, but it will likely be such a long time until that becomes possible.

Christ after just one day drinking my face looks so fat

Christ after just one day drinking my face looks so fat. Monday morning getting home from work my belly was so disgustingly big I felt like Herod in a Salome opera, one of those Moreau paintings. A night of extraordinary vivid dreams, tossing and turning, hungover, not wanting to piss dreams.

Tuesday, 12 June 2018

I am bringing my credit card debt down by £500 EVERY MONTH. That is FANTASTIC! Halfway through June already, not long until I can treat myself to my December trip to Brussels

I am bringing my credit card debt down by £500 EVERY MONTH. That is FANTASTIC! Halfway through June already, not long until I can treat myself to my December trip to Brussels.
Christ, how many sexual adventures I have had since I regained my freedom! WSK Amanda, Fortuna Blonde, WSK Jackie, WSK Mongolian handjob, in Fifth Avenue Dominican Republic Lucy, Andrea, Inna, Brazilian Diane, Brazilian Julia; Beatris, rue d'Aerschot etc. Burggasse Manuela handjob, Manhattan Melissa and Adelina! This is why it had to be done. Incredible. And Vicky as well. All of this is where all my money was spent, and is why that debt is all money well spent. I cannot regret a penny of it.


We are heading for a Brexit so soft now that it is hard to say how it even is a Brexit. Theresa May must feel like she is internally bleeding every single second. "Why did I do it? Why did I do it?"

We are heading for a Brexit so soft now that it is hard to say how it even is a Brexit. Theresa May must feel like she is internally bleeding every single second. "Why did I do it? Why did I do it?" Frozen, stuck in the moment. From Henry VIII-style monarch queen of all she surveyed, to humiliated laughing stock, from the moment she called a totally unnecessary election. She could have had three more years of divine rule, delivered an historic full independence of Britain from Europe, gone down in history as the PM who delivered that. Now she will be a tiny footnote, one of the shortest and most disastrous premierships of all time. Worse than a Gordon Brown premiership. Like Sam Allardyces's England managership. Like Camus' s Judge in La Chute, you try to go on smiling, shrugging it off, pretending it doesn't matter, and things can go on as they were before, while inside you are screaming, inside you are dying, inside you are bleeding to death. Horrible position, if you resign immediately that's it, you will go down in history as appalling failure, so you go on to try to wrest some triumph from the disaster but it's too late, you are just delaying the inevitable. Now a tragic, pitiful figure. The woman who had it all then threw it away, in less than a year. The rest of her life a never-ending agony of shame and humiliation. One doubts whether she will ever be able to sleep at night ever again. The burning humiliation will never go away. A moment she wish she could go back and change, but will never be able to. Thanks God I got a second chance with --, and was able to rescue myself for all time.


Scottish Tories Ruth Davidson apparently going to split her Scottish Tories away from English Tories who have now become toxic

Scottish Tories Ruth Davidson apparently going to split her Scottish Tories away from English Tories who have now become toxic, especially with DUP onboard. We won Brexit, and now we are going to lose it again.
FACTORS IN THERESA MAY'S HUMILIATION
1 North Korean hack of NHS -- did expose that NHS were using obsolete software, and that the Health Secretary Jeremy Hunt should not have "urged" all NHS trusts to upgrade, but they should have been forced to years ago, and given the funding to do so. What the hell have they got a National CyberCrime Unit for? Surely that National CBC could have gone in and upgraded a service as essential as the NHS? If the National CBC are not concerned about the NHS having obsolete computer software what are they doing all day? News that Trident nuclear submarines also still use Windows XP made it even worse.
2 The jihadi murderers in Manchester Arena and then London Bridge/Borough Market did expose that Theresa May's time as Home Secretary had seen her oversee 20,000 cut in police numbers.
3 In 2015 we voted you into power with a 17 seat majority and told you to get on with that for five years; but no, you got greedy, and came back to us just 2 years later to ask for MORE. No. We wanted you to have a 17 seat majority and we wanted you to make do with that for 5 years. To come back 2 years later asking for more makes us want to not even give you what we gave you before. Like your child comes back asking for more food on this plate when he's had a quarter of what he was given to start with.
4 Austerity. So many people suffering. Social care collapsing, NHS collapsing, etc etc.
5 May's appalling stiffness and social awkwardness. Cameron for all his faults had that Eton charm, and literally rolled his sleeves up and threw himself into the campaigning during his elections. Nimble on his feet, could cope with whatever was thrown at him. If you are charming people will warm to you and want to vote for you. In contrast the Scottish Tory leader Ruth Davidson is so instantly warm and likeable you would find it hard to vote for anyone else on that alone.
6 Young people shocked what the oldies had done to them by voting for Brexit, shocked into actually bothering to vote this time.
7 Labour's manifesto had so many policies that were just like, well, yes, I WOULD like to see that. Despite my overarching desire being to vote Tory because they would deliver full Brexit, deal or no deal, it is very tempting to vote for a party who would for example renationalise the railways. Hire 10,000 more police officers. Trying to avoid thought it would bankrupt the country to achieve it.
Night flown by. BBC's Paula very good. Denise Gough extraordinary.

Pound down to 1.13! Well that makes it easier for me to rule out travelling for the whole year

Pound down to 1.13! Well that makes it easier for me to rule out travelling for the whole year. Tories collapsed, heading for Hung Parliament. Brexit disaster.


Another about to rain dark night on way to work. Those beautiful trees at -- Station reminding me of Soho but also of Brussels and of Mon Cheri days in Berlin

Another about to rain dark night on way to work. Those beautiful trees at -- Station, reminding me of Soho, but also of Brussels, and of Mon Cheri days in Berlin. Will I ever know the high nights like those nights walking towards B.E.C. and Sarah Young, before heading on with massive cock to Stutti and all those clubs there? Extraordinary nights. Legends of my life.

Oh what a gift on the way home

Oh, what a gift on the way home. Halfway down the station approach a car pulls up and brunette ponytail gets out in coat over pink running vest and as she leans down to talk to her driver her lovely big boobies are just hanging there, almost falling from the vest. What a joyous beautiful sight of boobies.
SO many sexy girls I am seeing on way to or way home from work these days. Being in London is all you need in summer. Definitely a realisation, that there is no NEED to ever travel in summer. Travel truly is for September onwards only. If I DON'T go to Vienna at end of year, that will mean I can really treat myself in Brussels, take Jennifer upstairs, try Anais, etc etc. A real Christmas treat for myself at end of year. And if I get to Brussels and discover NO ONE there of any interest, I can always jump on a train to Vienna after all! Yes book 10 days off in December. Save all my holiday for then, or November if -- insist on it. *** Bowie's Word on a Wing now means mother to me. "In my age of grand illusion you walked into my life out of my dreams". Is that not what mother did to the big fat little baby I was lost in a world of misery and daydreams as I was? "I don't need another change but still you forced a way into my scheme of things."

Sunday, 3 June 2018

Two sexiest girls on way to work were both seen on my own -- platform, how often this is the case

Two sexiest girls on way to work were both seen on my own -- platform, how often this is the case. As I came down stairs, beautiful voluptuous girl in strange red velvet A-line top over curves, and short black skirt, black stockings. So pretty. Then coming to my end, beautiful black-haired girl, late 20s perhaps, white lacy jumper over pale blue jeans over curvy arse and thighs. Looked my way a lot as she walked back and forth on phone, rather a lot of eye contact. Sexy fleshy body and face. I felt ferally attracted to her and I think she knew it. So sexy. Dark, humid evening, thunder and rain earlier. Real Fu Manchu weather, what a shame nowhere to go anymore. Already looking forward so much to Monday and Tuesday of freedom again. I am addicted now to this £500 off my credit cards every month.

FILLED WITH SCANDAL remember that. Always unpredictable. People never know what I am going to do next. POWERFUL WITH SCANDAL

FILLED WITH SCANDAL remember that. Always unpredictable. People never know what I am going to do next. POWERFUL, WITH SCANDAL. THE POWER THAT GIVES ME. ALL THE DIRTY SEX I HAVE HAD WITH THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FLOOZIES IMAGINABLE. Wanked in the foyer of the WSK Vienna by the Mongolian girl. F--king girls in the back of the dark cinema in the WSK Vienna. Coming over Patricia's bosoms in Atlantic City Munich. Emily on the Night of the Snow. POWERFUL WITH SMUT.

DRAM - Broccoli

During this long abstinence from travel it is Inna I find myself keep thinking of. I wonder if I could go for a ONE NIGHT stay in Brussels

During this long abstinence from travel, it is Inna I find myself keep thinking of. I wonder if I could go for a ONE NIGHT stay in Brussels, just pop back to Cine Paris, Fifth Avenue, rue d'Aerschot, and then with a late train next day, time to return to all those places next day before train home. But I still really prefer to save all that money for my credit cards . Another dark on off rainy day today, third day in a row. So no real ogling to be done. Poor quality.

Jeanette Anne Dimech - Por que te vas (1974)

April 6 I wrote "Love is a devil I have always had to wrestle with in a fight to the death. It never really brought me any happiness. I am glad to be rid of it and I sincerely believe immune to it"

April 6 I wrote "Love is a devil I have always had to wrestle with, in a fight to the death. It never really brought me any happiness. I am glad to be rid of it, and I sincerely believe, immune to it. I do not miss it, and feel a blessed relief I am free of it. I do not feel the gravity of any unseen planets." Fascinating. What a fantastic fascinating night it has been. One of the great nights, for new revelations, new realisations, new connections forming, new blinkers being removed from my eyes. I want to go back to those previous horoscopes/tarots now. I think this has been an extraordinary time, but only now do I see it.
*** I came home feeling so happy this morning. Thrilled by the revelations of the night, started the night feeling so insecure, but powerful by the end. Realising -- and -- had both been provoked into exposing themselves and giving themselves away. After a long dark night of the soul I came out like the phoenix from the flames. Strong, dominant, filled with scandal. There is something in the air. Something psychic and powerful. I feel I have moved on to another level, last night. Since the Scorpio Full Moon. I have affected so many changes. I made my move, and laughing delightedly my enemies fell upon me, only to hit the ground hard and make fools of themselves.

Jeanette - Porque Te Vas 1974 (1977)

I felt very calm and happy on the way home perhaps because of the blazing hot sunshine

I felt very calm and happy on the way home, perhaps because of the blazing hot sunshine.
My pleasure lies in Brussels and Berlin Stuttgarter Platz and Vienna Gurtel, and that makes me strong, and happy. Scandal enriches me and makes me invincible.

The Brazilian Embassy by Trafalgar Square






Listening to my music on the train in to London today I had sudden idea it is music that is not linked to Brussels or Berlin or Vienna but it is music that means something to me because it is going to always remind me of this long hot summer IN LONDON

Listening to my music on the train in to London today I had sudden idea it is music that is not linked to Brussels or Berlin or Vienna, but it is music that means something to me because it is going to always remind me of this long hot summer IN LONDON, a long summer of not travelling, and what an erotic era this will be because of its long repression; not doing anything has its own powerful eroticism, and this can become a very rich erotic period because of that. Thinking now of that wet damp humid launderette smell upstairs last night, that is how my life is. Humid, moist, lubricious, but suppressed, straining against the stays. When I burst out, whenever it is, November or December, it could be amazing. F--k Inna, Paloma, Emily, and whoever else is even half decent.