Friday, 31 August 2018

And isn't this what I needed. It must mean sub-consciously I knew it was time for a change

And isn't this what I needed. It must mean sub-consciously I knew it was time for a change. I HAVE been there in a rut now for too long. Everything that happens is the best thing that could possibly have happened. Now in new job I am going to meet the sexiest girl ever. Have best sex ever in Vienna and Brussels. This is best thing that could possibly have happened. -- will have something for me. I am excited now and cannot wait to leave. If you're not appreciated better to get out as quick as possible.
Now I crave Viennese Eroticism again. Fly if I have to.


WAITING FOR THE WORLD TO COLLAPSE AROUND ME. WAITING FOR NEXT BLOW TO FALL

WAITING FOR THE WORLD TO COLLAPSE AROUND ME. WAITING FOR NEXT BLOW TO FALL, AN EVEN BIGGER ONE THIS TIME.  Cannot cannot wait for WSK. Manhattan. Cafe Westend. Fifth Avenue. Cine Paris. But don't I kind of like it when the world collapses around me! And I have to start again! Turns me on. I find it exciting. A rebirth, a sloughing of old skin.
When in despair as always retreat into the dreamy sleazy pleasures, of WSK, Cine Paris, etc. Porn and whores. Vienna, Munich, sink myself into these places. Debt is there to be enjoyed. I can live in any tiny room, with no possessions except my ferns and my classical music. I will be happy. As long as I can work for some money and then TRAVEL, TRAVEL TRAVEL.

Tuesday, 28 August 2018

Funny, going to Brussels hasn't even crossed my mind has it!

Funny, going to Brussels hasn't even crossed my mind has it! Until now. Eyes on the big picture. Losing weight, and reducing my credit cards as much as possible. Save for that end of year trip to Vienna; and yes, it surely has to include Vienna. Even though every time I come back from Vienna to Brussels for my last night I wish I had stayed in Brussels the whole time. But oh, the lure of WSK is so strong, and Manhattan. Once a year.
"Chaos is a ladder". Secretly, I've been waiting years for someone to come in and do exactly what -- are now doing. I will take some damage too, while it is going on, but I take it gladly, to achieve the greater good. And it has  meant I have come into contact with Lorraine.

Monday, 27 August 2018

So just Sunday to get through, home Bank Holiday Monday (27°C) and maybe stay in all day? Or maybe go out to ogle some flesh in that intense heat

So just Sunday to get through, home Bank Holiday Monday (27°C), and maybe stay in all day? Or maybe go out to ogle some flesh in that intense heat. Victoria of course, no option.
Then Tuesday and Wednesday check out Romilly Street Laura and 52 Greek Street Jess. And of course a whole new week of --. And I really do want to see this Beatrice again. I am starting to feel a randiness for Soho I last felt on July 1st heading to Lolita for the first time. She too should be around on Wednesday of course. And next Sunday when I should be off as well. 15'3 Saturday when I woke. Creeping up. -- has had this comeuppance due to him for a long time, it is a necessary correction. It is brutal for him but what he deserves. Even -- is saying he feels sorry for him now! Don't understand these soft people.
I wonder if it is my destiny to be with a black-haired Irish girl, as that is where M's mother came from. There IS also the Taboo Irish connection as well, the Delaneys. I was thinking yesterday I am the thorn in --'s side like Delaney is to the East India. They cannot convince him to give up his claim. I will not give up mine. Me and -- are destined to be together.

Sunday, 26 August 2018

Oh Christ sexy tall brunette party girl going up -- Street ahead of me in backless black vest & skin-tight white trousers over no knickers I am sure

Oh Christ sexy tall brunette party girl going up -- Street ahead of me in backless black vest & skin-tight white trousers over no knickers I am sure. I followed that arse all way to corner of Regent Street, sensational. 10 out of 10. Thrilling time right now. When things break up, ice breaks beneath people's feet, and those with brains and quality can stay afloat while others sink all around me. What did Napoleon say? "Dying is easy, but to be defeated is to die every day". A long drawn out living death for --.

Saturday, 25 August 2018

Oh remember the excitement of entering WSK every time! That bizzbuzz of the doorbell

Oh remember the excitement of entering WSK every time! That bizzbuzz of the doorbell. The excitement of getting off the U train at Josefstadter and heading down the steps and waiting to cross the road to WSK! I think maybe I will do that long trip to Vienna this December after all!
The night flying by. Then Rock No Roll Prophetess starts talking about rising up in your balloon, and singing the song, "up & away in your beautiful balloon" just after I had the Von Bek imagery from City in the Autumn Stars. My Duchess of Crete is met in the sofas at the back of the WSK or Fortuna. Or upstairs in Fifth Avenue. I yearn for it now. When things take a turn for the worse, financially in this case, I yearn for sexual depravity again, and that means even more expense.
So perverse, but I actually do feel an EXCITEMENT about these changes! A dancing star inside me. I thrive in chaos and upheaval. The little scorpion no one notices scuttles through.


Friday, 24 August 2018

Funny how a PAYCUT makes me suddenly yearn for Vienna even more. WSK, Manhattan. God I ache for them

Funny how a PAYCUT makes me suddenly yearn for Vienna even more. WSK, Manhattan. God I ache for them.
Perversely the prospect of overnight massive pay cut makes me think no point worrying about credit card reduction then, therefore I can return to travelling! I feel a weight off my shoulders that was holding my balloon down. So my balloon can rise again, like in the City in the Autumn Stars. This is a Von Bek moment, as September nears, and I feel ready to go after Libussa.

Thursday, 23 August 2018

I can survive this, better than they can. A scorpion can survive anything

I can survive this, better than they can. A scorpion can survive anything. Just means CONTINUED no travelling; much slower credit card reduction. And less hope of ever getting my own nest ever again; oh but I still want to go to Vienna! WSK and Manhattan! Still want to go to Fifth Avenue and Cine Paris in Brussels! Still want to try Schillerstrasse in Munich! I will. I will. Just means the credit card debt is here to stay really.

Wednesday, 22 August 2018

Going THROUGH my Stations of the Cross notes and diary from 2005 and 2006 I realise there is so much brilliant stuff that needs to go back in The Cold Icy Air and Casanova

Going THROUGH my Stations of the Cross notes and diary from 2005 and 2006 I realise there is so much brilliant stuff that needs to go back in The Cold Icy Air and Casanova, I need to put the London interval chapters back in, as it tells so much. Also paints a wonderful portrait of life in London in that era, the strip pubs now lost, the porn cinemas now lost, the Soho models flats now lost. The erotic life of London in 2003 to 2007. Enthused with it now. Also the stuff off my old desktop feeds into that as well. Glad I DIDN'T take it to -- yet.
Thinking about me all night were you, little people? Boring people? Thinking about my scandalous sex-filled life? Carry on! How those who miss out despise those who indulge. How DESPERATELY they try to get my attention. PUSH THEM MORE! SCANDALISE THEM MORE! PROVOKE THEM MORE! PLAY THEM LIKE A PIANO.
Euro down to the 1.08s! If that doesn't turn me off travelling nothing will.

Tuesday, 21 August 2018

I had a nice lazy four pints sitting outside the Iron Duke. One stunning brunette in blue dress and absolutely massive voluptuous arse

I had a nice lazy four pints sitting outside the Iron Duke. One stunning brunette in blue dress and absolutely massive voluptuous arse, what an incredible figure. Almost pornographic. Worth going out for that alone. Checked Romilly names but no Laura, no problem. Two in the Calcutta then home. Sitting outside the Iron Duke I had sudden thought I am drinking in Gare du Midi now, I am drinking in Westbahnhof, I am drinking in Munich Hauptbahnhof. But in reality the thought of spending huge money to be in those places again feels repulsive to me at the moment.

The scorpion survives everything, even nuclear war, even ice age, even desert

The scorpion survives everything, even nuclear war, even ice age, even desert. Thrilled to get up finally this afternoon to see my weight straight back down to 15'2, and LOW side of that too. My credit card debt WILL be down in the 19Ks at last this next pay cheque, and in 18K surely by November pay cheque. And surely my weight will be down to 14 stone something!? The future could could could be fantastic and about to explode, about to bloom & blossom in the most fantastic way ever. Already I have clawed back some lost ground after my -- email. Proving myself the strongman, the go to man.
Delicious. The sexual lush abandon of Tuesday has freed me up for the rest of the week. That is why it is necessary and allowance  must be made for it. The hour of the flesh.


Sunday, 19 August 2018

Last minute changes of plan always bring sexy happenings. It is borne out time and time again

Last minute changes of plan always bring sexy happenings. It is borne out time and time again. Like December returning from Vienna to Frankfurt but then deciding at great expense to press on to Brussels for Friday night and therefore meeting Brazilian Diane! It always happens. Plans have to be ripped up, deliberately, to trick the great erotic events out of life. TRAVEL RANDOMLY. LIKE THE FIREBALL IN TINTIN AND THE SEVEN CRYSTAL BALLS. DELIBERATELY TRICK FATES BY BOOKING ONE THING THEN DELIBERATELY AT LAST SECOND DOING THE OTHER. Oh but that is so expensive. Rewards always always great though. Still feel an erotic lure to Munich Schillerstrasse, it is crazy. Sure I can find SOME naughtiness in those places if I go with ENOUGH cash.

Saturday, 18 August 2018

Christ reading my 2006 diary now and feeling such incredibly erotic nostalgia for Atlantic City

Christ, reading my 2006 diary now and feeling such incredibly erotic nostalgia for Atlantic City, Tu M'as Promis, then wanking over P--'s breasts in the separee. Bella Rosa Threat "dig a hole in the desert they build the Sands on you". Katy Perry ET, Junior Senior, Irina. Extraordinary nights. Now a longing to go to -- today whoever is there, a longing for that cute little minx R--, pay her a fiver to dance to my favourite songs. Spend 200 there. I should keep travelling while still young and beautiful. Or get my nest now while still young and beautiful. *** What is gratifying is that I DID feel turned on seeing L-- strip, and I DID feel turned on seeing that skinny Ethiopian strip. Now I have a feeling to see R-- at --.
I feel I SHOULD go on a grand tour in December. As it is December I saw Diane in Brussels and Adelina in Manhattan. But I went to Vienna last December didn't I? And it was rubbish. I crave seeing some girls stripping to music though. Even Sunset crossed my mind, just to be back in that environment!
Incredible, I have been living here with -- FOUR YEARS already! How that flew by.

£20,138 now but it is surely possible in just two months' time I could be down to £18,999. Before Christmas conceivably down to £17,999?

£20,138 now but it is surely possible in just two months' time I could be down to £18,999. Before Christmas, conceivably down to £17,999? I think a week in Brussels might slow that down. The fact I feel so strongly that Berlin and Munich are dead, and Vienna is a once every couple of years experience, can really help me now. But oh, I do miss Manhattan, and I do miss WSK! A treat for the New Year perhaps. Twelfth Night?!? Maybe Vienna trips can be an annual Twelfth Night tradition.


Friday, 17 August 2018

"He was far too elegant and far too clever to take the matter tragically; and far too beautiful for his carnal vanity to be touched at all"

"He was far too elegant, and far too clever, to take the matter tragically;
and far too beautiful for his carnal vanity to be touched at all."
Blue leggings girl on ferry. New Brazilian in Fifth. This is all that matters. NEVER FORGET THAT. *** Fatal lethargy.
Sitting here listening to the Proms, the Sirens and Scheherezade prom. Life is lovely right now. Always remember that. Paid an EXTRA £260 to my Capital card today, to make a £504 total reduction for the month.

Just concentrate on my love of mother, my ferns and my classical music. Until the end. Live my quiet life

Just concentrate on my love of mother, my ferns and my classical music. Until the end. Live my quiet life. 
Tuesday in the Calcutta I was feeling HUNGRY for big bosoms. Yearning for some. But still -- depresses me too much. I will wait for next chance to see -- at least. But she doesn't have big bosoms. Who has these days? Some nice bosoms still at Fifth Avenue and in Rue d'Aerschot perhaps. ** Proper depressed, mortified, worst I've felt for many many months, feeling I've lost my job again. Frozen. No reply from --. Want to go out and start drinking already just for the obliteration, the oblivion. I'M A REBEL. I'M A WILD CARD. I'M A DEVIL. I AM A SITUATIONIST REVOLUTIONARY. I HAVE PUT IT ON THE RECORD. Another sign of how everything has gone wrong, signal failure at Charing Cross in the rain and NO trains moving anywhere. Cannot even go to the station. 15'2 still. I'M A WILD CARD. I LIKE TO MAKE WAVES. AND THEN RETREAT. GO SILENT AND DISAPPEAR. LET THEM SEE HOW THEY COPE WITHOUT ME THESE WEEKENDS. I HAVE MADE MY POINTS. ALL OF THEM TOTALLY VALID. You've got to have the balls to say some uncomfortable truths.  Yes I have got through all three days and no --. Nothing but Calcutta. Just had 4 thank goodness. Sexy brunette at Zest again for a while, in black leather skirt this time. So sexy. Hungry for bosoms. But more hungry for money and reducing my debt more and more. Then my little nest. Close myself away. *** So three days off and no strip pubs. Felt so bored today in Calcutta for third day in a row. I LIKE TO DROP MY LITTLE GRENADES, THEN RETREAT, FULL OF SINCERE APOLOGIES. But knowing I am right and I will be vindicated. So funny, 9pm in the dark, my laptop on floor closed but all of a sudden the next Youtube video started playing, tarot, love tarot, you will meet someone wearing blue, from the Amazon! Leo maybe. Someone from South America, Brazil, earth sign, e.g. Capricorn. So strange the way it started playing EVEN THOUGH the computer was closed. You will meet someone in blue, from the Amazon.

Thursday, 16 August 2018

Going home Monday gorgeous little brunette in tiny Little Black Dress as part of the Zest promotion in the station

Going home Monday gorgeous little brunette in tiny Little Black Dress as part of the Zest promotion in the station. That dress so short, her arse so curvy, at one point she just lifted the hem a bit to scratch the top of her leg. Sexy as fuck. And now Tuesday afternoon I see she is STILL there. Made eye contact as I passed. Sexy as fuck.
Natalie came in at 4 and I had one more after that then left.

Surprised after another two beers (did NOT make me tired this time) to wake up and be down to 15'2

Surprised after another two beers (did NOT make me tired this time) to wake up and be down to 15'2. Almost less. Thought the Belgian lager would have made it go up. Anyway, reserve the Belgian lager for a weekend treat only. Still great to see my weight down to 15'2 again so quickly after the Brussels trip. I will try in August to pay the extra £400 to bring my credit cards down to £19,999. That will make it harder to go away as well, with nothing left in my account almost. Will there be ANY --s for me this week? If not, definitely try for one late post 5pm -- for Beatrice.

But oh for just £25 there and £25 back how can I resist the lure of Brussels in September?

But oh, for just £25 there and £25 back how can I resist the lure of Brussels in September? Just £50 for a hotel for a night. Go easy on the austerity. So I have been to Brussels this past week, spent just over £300 total, and will STILL reduce my credit card debt by £500 this month. Allow myself that 1st September trip to Brussels. Three days. Going early as I like, coming back late as I like. I HAVE 10 DAYS OFF!  Drat. Or good. Snap only goes up to 31st August only. It is so typical. I could get an outward £25 ticket on Wednesday 30th but cannot get a return for Monday 4th or Sunday 3rd September. ANYWAY THERE IS NO HURRY, AS I ALWAYS GET MONDAY TO WEDNESDAY OFF, SO THAT ALWAYS GIVES ME MY THREE NIGHTS IN BRUSSELS. AND I JUST NEED TO TAKE A SUNDAY OFF TO LET ME BUY SNAP TICKETS FOR MONDAY MORNING GOING AND THURSDAY MORNING COMING BACK.Yes, so no rush now to go during those first 8 days of September.

I must admit I keep finding myself thinking about that new black-haired curvy Brazilian girl in Fifth Avenue

I must admit I keep finding myself thinking about that new black-haired curvy Brazilian girl in Fifth Avenue. If I do go back at end of the month it will be primarily because of her. Who else? Good films in Cine Paris for that brief stay.

Thursday, 9 August 2018

Christ yes how much I want to go back to the Wiertz Museum

Christ yes how much I want to go back to the Wiertz Museum. On that long walk via the Rue Ducale, Byron, No.51. Christ yes I do want to go at start of September. I have to don't I? Oh but do you want that nest or not? Do you want to reduce your credit card debt or not? Agonies. So Saturday night in progress, just Sunday to get through then THREE DAYS OFF! Surely I can get to see A-- or P-- or both in those three days. Still thinking abut that Brazilian in Fifth. How does a Snap DAYTRIP ticket work? If they randomly put you on an 11am train going and 2pm train going back?! Not time to even leave Midi station?! Check it. You madman.


On Tuesday night in Brussels I actually went to bed and left my hotel room door ajar. Lucky I wasn't raped in my bed. Or even worse had my wallet stolen

On Tuesday night in Brussels I actually went to bed and left my hotel room door ajar. Lucky I wasn't raped in my bed. Or even worse had my wallet stolen. Reflections of the two-night stay? That white vest girl on the ferry was the awesome memory. That new Brazilian girl in 5th Avenue was very tempting. Shock and one might say a pleasant disappointment to discover I saw both Maria and Jennifer on my first night and found I felt nothing for either of them The two main reasons for rushing back. The two Cine Paris films were good, and I wish I had stayed longer, and gone back later. Enjoyed my brief stay and wish it had been longer, which is a good thing to feel. And I have been left with 140 euros in my pocket all ready for next time. And let's face it the wonderful swift luxurious Eurostar back cost me just £35! You cannot complain with that can you?! Brussels to London for just £35 in two hours flat. Temptation to go back end of August probably will be too strong.

Monday, 6 August 2018

So not met anyone this time to make me rush back for but still sad to be leaving

So not met anyone this time to make me rush back for, but still sad to be leaving. Wished I’d stayed for longer in Cine Paris or woke in time to go back before it closed. My taxi back to Midi was just 9,30, the cheapest yet.

So 932 on my last beer in the Max lounge before my taxi back to Midi for the train home. So no I did nothing naughty again on this trip to Brussels

So 932 on my last beer in the Max lounge before my taxi back to Midi for the train home. So, no I did nothing naughty again on this trip to Brussels (third time in a row?). Did not even make my pilgrimages to Baudelaire or Lady Richmond. A short stay in Cine Paris, two quite good films, and in a state of great arousal to Fifth Avenue. Plenty of girls there today, some old faces, some new faces; one curvy new Brazilian with black hair the pick of them. I decided to stay there until I was drunk enough to feel wild enough to do something. In the end I eventually left and came back for a pizza, then out like a light—till 138 in the morning.


Sunday, 5 August 2018

One day, one day, I hope to get to know Paris and feel at home in Paris as well as I do in Brussels; but I’m still not brave enough for it

One day, one day, I hope to get to know Paris and feel at home in Paris as well as I do in Brussels; but I’m still not brave enough for it. Especially now with the jihadi losers on the rampage. To visit Napoleon’s tomb would be something extraordinary for me; to visit the Last Tango in Paris building, and Oscar Wilde’s grave. The Louvre. The Musée d’Orsay. Christ, there are about ONE MILLION pilgrimages I would have to make in Paris. The sheer scale of the pilgrimages awaiting me in Paris is part of what terrifies me. How I would feel too if I was born a European, living in some European country and thinking about visiting London! To see the Piccadilly of Dracula! Whitechapel of Jack the Ripper. Sherlock Holmes! Of course living in London I pass through these places every day on my way to work, during the course of my various ill-fated employments.


As I was saying the Place Rogier is now completely ripped up. No road surface at all and completely closed to traffic

As I was saying, the Place Rogier is now completely ripped up. No road surface at all, and completely closed to traffic, which means all traffic coming up the Boulevard Adolphe Max has to turn left along Malines to rejoin the main east-west road. Coming in on the coach we pass along some spectacularly-named boulevards, the Rue Charles Quint, Pantheon Laan, Boulevard Baldwin (after Prime Minister Baldwin), Leopold II Laan. I was surprised to see we actually passed by Fifth Avenue—looking TINY from the coach! Something I’ve only just noticed from my map, the main boulevards of Brussels not only have two names in the sense of French & Flemish names, but each side of the Boulevard has a different name as well? So the Boulevard du Jardin Botanique going one way is also the Avenue Victoria Regina Laan going the other way. Now even better than before. The Boulevard Baldwin is similarly the Antwerplaan going the other way.


I travel for erections; for Priapism; for sexual arousal; I travel for the cock. Is there really no arousal for me back home in London?

I travel for erections; for Priapism; for sexual arousal; I travel for the cock. Is there really no arousal for me back home in London? Almost, almost, almost none. OK I thought about heading down to Cine Paris, but instead stay put & pick up a fourth can of beer. After this one, definitely. 205. No, I will never tire of Brussels. It is such a home from home. As long as Cine Paris, Fifth Avenue and the windows remain, that is. I’ve already lost Cine ABC, Paradise Peep Show & kabins, California Peep Show & kabins, and the street girls have been severely reduced, and perhaps ruled out for me, if I fear being hit by a 350 euro fine by the police. Prostitution is not even illegal in Belgium, street prostitution is not illegal. The fine is just Mayeur’s idea to drive them away.

So yes that has been my trip so far. Coach driver from hell, coach trip from hell, astounding astounding 10 out of 10 white vest girl on the boat

So, yes, that has been my trip so far. Coach driver from hell, coach trip from hell, astounding astounding 10 out of 10 white vest girl on the boat; underwhelming sight of ---- & --------. See if anything picks up today—but like I say it has to be something random, something completely unexpected. Familiarity kills lust. Even the sexiest floozie, I can only sleep with her once, twice at most, before I lose interest. Anyway, I will never tire or give up on Brussels. Just being here is lovely. Fifth Avenue usually underwhelming, but I have out of the blue met so many 10 out of 10s there that it is always exciting to think about going there. And a proper porn cinema. And the window girls. I went to Fifth Avenue and Empire strip club, but the only real erection I’ve had here in Brussels is watching Sean Paul She Doesn't Mind video on my TV this morning (and thinking about the white vest girl).

Saturday, 4 August 2018

Third beer begun 140pm. Overcast today but starting to heat up. Honestly don’t think I’m going to do anything naughty on this trip

Third beer begun, 140pm. Overcast today but starting to heat up. Honestly don’t think I’m going to do anything naughty on this trip. I always say I’m going to come here like a rutting stag, but in reality my reticence and lack of lust are dominant. To feel lust, it has got to be random, and completely unexpected—like the white vest girl on the boat. I certainly could have ------ her like a rutting stag if I’d had the opportunity. Not seen any soldiers yet. Let us not forget it was just 4 weeks ago some loser tried to detonate his bomb in the Central Railway Station, at 8 o’clock at night!

Today I will TRY to get to 28 rue de la Montagne site of the old Hotel le Grand Miroir where Baudelaire lived during his infamous stay in Brussels in 1864-66

Today I will TRY to get to 28, rue de la Montagne, site of the old Hotel le Grand Miroir where Baudelaire lived during his infamous stay in Brussels in 1864-66—hating every single second of it and despising the Belgians, the Flemish, with a venomous passion. What to say on hearing a Belgian has died, he wonders? “At last!” Also on the same walk I can walk down the Rue des Cendres (Ashes) where the hospital was that Baudelaire was taken after he suffered his life-ending collapse, and the corner of Cendres and Blanchisserie which was the site of Lady Richmond’s mansion, where she staged “the most famous ball in history”, attended by Wellington and his generals on the eve of the Battle of Waterloo. As this day is flying by now, I might do that later, after dark, when there are less people around. Concentrate now on Cine Paris, early Fifth Avenue, then have a few beers in the Rue d’Aerschot while checking out the window girls. Thank god I, at least, have got my priorities right.


Thursday, 2 August 2018

I decided better to hang around in Fifth Avenue as too late to waste 14 euros in Cine Paris then I could go straight to Empire strip club so that is what I then did

I decided better to hang around in Fifth Avenue as too late to waste 14 euros in Cine Paris, then I could go straight to Empire strip club, so that is what I then did. Some new girls on the street at this time. In Empire 4 or 5 girls, -------- included but as I say, even she did not move me, and if even --------- does not inspire me then no point coming back here at all. Unless I find myself in Brussels on a Friday or Saturday night when there are likely to be more girls to see, I will not bother again. Back to hotel via a little kebab/burger shop and brought a Bicky burger & chips back to my room, then—out like a light. To 7am initially then again till 1030ish. And here I am in the Max lounge, just finishing my second beer, 130pm. The day flying by already.


Coming to Café Jimmy and the Rue de Pelican corner I was shocked to find only THREE girls in the street

Coming to Café Jimmy and the Rue de Pelican corner I was shocked to find only THREE girls in the street. Approaching the Europe 2000 hotel where I had always gone with Beatris (long gone it seems) there were 4 girls but also 4 police officers and 2 police cars, talking to one of the girls. My god, I thought, they really are enforcing their fines of 350 euros that disgraced ex Mayor Mayeur brought in—for the girl and the customer both if caught. It did not look like they were there to help the girl, it looked like she was the one in trouble. “But this is a hotel” I heard her saying as I passed. This would explain why there are so few girls around now. Mayeur’s sterilisation scheme is absolutely working. Pitiful. And then I walked into Fifth Avenue, and there were just FOUR men and THREE girls! I have never seen it that empty at night. Inna plus 2 other girls at the bar with a couple of very drunk men, making a LOT of noise. While I was there 2 or 3 more girls did emerge, including little Emily who I always feel a tug of lust for despite her slender frame, but she didn’t stay for long.

So we finally arrived in Brussels and I bid my retard waste of space coach driver a silent farewell

So we finally arrived in Brussels and I bid my retard waste of space coach driver a silent farewell. Another thing to notice—on all my previous trips to Brussels, we always stopped at Gent, where a new driver took over, but this time our driver just carried on, and from Brussels he still had to carry on all the way to the final destination in Cologne. Running behind schedule, driving fast all the way, and with Cologne still another 5 hours or in the night, arriving around midnight he told someone, was he really going to be driving for 15 hours non stop? NOT an encouraging prospect for those carrying on all the way. Anyway, we got to Brussels Gare du Nord by 730pm, and I was in my hotel room before 8 of course. A quick shower, couple of beers, and I headed straight towards Fifth Avenue.

Wednesday, 1 August 2018

Anyway the memory of this girl was with me all the way through that agonising long drive from Calais to Brussels

Anyway the memory of this girl was with me all the way through that agonising long drive from Calais to Brussels, and I think maybe this too contributed to me feeling so underwhelmed by ---- & --------. I will not see any sight like this white vest girl on this trip, I am sure, or for a very long time afterwards. She is the kind of girl, the kind of sight, you remember for the rest of your life. I am a scopophiliac, and I always always derive more pleasure from seeing than I do from actually doing. Anyway the sight of that white vest girl makes the whole trip worthwhile whatever else happens—and here I am 1pm on my final day in Brussels, still waiting FOR anything to happen.

My plan was always not to drink until I arrived in my Brussels hotel but when the captain said 90 minutes crossing time I knew I needed some beer to pass the time

My plan was always not to drink until I arrived in my Brussels hotel, but when the captain said 90 minutes crossing time, I knew I needed some beer to pass the time, and this meant that despite peeing three times before we reboarded our coach in the ferry, I was still absolutely painfully bursting to pee for the entire 3-hour journey to Brussels. Agonising. So when I finally did arrive, it is hardly any surprise to find I didn’t feel any spark of lust even for ---- and --------, who were probably my two biggest reasons for coming back here so soon. However, it was pleasant enough to experience, a rare experience, to be on a boat again, and I tried to enjoy the sensation of it. Such an old-fashioned way of reaching Europe made me feel like Lord Byron; in actual fact what came to mind was Triangle, the short-lived BBC soap, and the first episode where First Officer Larry Lamb looks down from the bridge at a naked Kate O’Mara sunbathing on the deck below. Which brings me to the one great thing of the whole journey—while going to buy my first beer, I glanced to my right and there was a light black-skinned girl in white vest and skin tight blue leggings also in the queue, looking me in the eyes. Very nice. I then sat in an armchair by the window watching the port, as we started to leave, then the beautiful green sea in the blazing sunshine. I never knew the English Channel looked so beautiful. I thought of it as being muddy grey-brown, but it actually looks beautiful. Then glancing to my left I noticed the same white vest girl was sitting on the window-side couch just to my left. A few moments later, I glanced again and oh my word, she was now lying flat on her back on the couch, the skin tight blue leggings facing towards me. Next time I glanced and oh my word, she was now lying flat on her stomach, and her amazing thighs & buttocks were right there in front of me. I could see every little twitch of her buttock muscles. She quite clearly was wearing no underwear at all. I could see every contour of the curve of her buttocks and following it down to the space between her legs. I got an erection there & then. I tried not to but I could not help keep looking. Did she know what she was doing to me? Was it for my benefit? Of course it was! The little bitch! Honestly, I sat there gazing in lustful adulation at those magnificent thighs, arse & other places, and thinking this, right now, is the greatest sight of my life. She had an extraordinary figure, and either she was sleeping or just breathing hard, because I could see her body lifting & falling very fast, like she knew I was looking, and it excited her. After 2 pints, we were now nearing Calais, and I tore myself away. There was the whole bar full of people behind me quite possibly watching me oglingly watching this girl’s arse & thighs like a pervert, but I didn’t care. I am on holiday, and this is what I travel for.


I think I’ve travelled to Brussels on Megabus three times and Eurolines once and every time we went through the tunnel which is really quick and hassle-free so it was a shock to discover we were going on the ferry

I think I’ve travelled to Brussels on Megabus three times and Eurolines once, and every time we went through the tunnel, which is really quick and hassle-free, so it was a shock to discover we were going on the ferry. This is where our nightmare really began. We arrived at Dover around 1115 and began our passport/manifest check. It wasn’t until 1248(!) that we were finally ready to move to approach the ferry! Why the delay—no idea, because the driver never explained a fucking word. Finally pulling up to join the ferry he announced “45 minutes until our departure”! ANOTHER 45 minutes to wait?!? I bumped into him in the shopping area where we went to kill time (and pee; oh I forgot to say the toilets on the coach were not working and could not be used) and asked him if we would still be arriving in Brussels on schedule. “Yes?” he replied brusquely, as if wondering why I was asking such a stupid question. We’re still going to be there by 430? I queried. “Yes?” he replied brusquely, again as if wondering why I was asking such a stupid and petulant question. I ended our discussion then and bid him thanks. And then on the boat when the captain said our journey time is 90 minutes I knew we were going to be seriously late. We arrived in Calais just about the time we were supposed to be arriving in Brussels and I knew from my past coach trips it is about a 3-hour drive time. So why then did he tell me yes, we were going to be on time? Unless he always knew we were going to be there 730pm, rather than the 430pm which we all bought our tickets for!

So the journey—I will never travel by Flixbus again. Where to start—he was the single most surly, uncommunicative, uninformative coach driver of my life

So, the journey—I will never travel by Flixbus again. Where to start—he was the single most surly, uncommunicative, uninformative coach driver of my life. To start off with there was no Flixbus representative at Victoria Coach Station so we just all piled towards the coach as it came in a massive uncontrolled scrum, as the driver was loading the cases into the coach. It was then the same man who scanned our tickets and let us on to the bus, all by himself. Complete chaos, and it was BUSY. There were LOTS of people crushing to get on the coach; I wasn’t convinced he was checking people’s tickets & passports properly at all. And then we just set off. Not a word from him. No introduction, explanation of our route, journey time, nothing. After a couple of hours as we neared the coast he announced brusquely “Today we are going on the boat. You must fill in your names on the sheet”. That was it, and two clipboards were passed around. Why two? One for each side of the coach or did we have to fill in our details twice? No idea. He never explained. We all filled in our details twice, pointlessly I’m sure.

My first beer of the day here in the empty Hotel Max lounge. 1238. An unusually late start for me when in Brussels

My first beer of the day here in the empty Hotel Max lounge. 1238. An unusually late start for me when in Brussels. I had a good sleep last night—hardly surprising after going around 40 (FORTY) hours without sleep before that. So, I saw ---- in Fifth Avenue, and felt nothing for her; I saw -------- in Empire, and felt nothing for her. It was a shock, and a disappointment, but I dare say my excessive tiredness and still feeling benumbed by the hideously elongated journey to get here were partly responsible for that.