Wednesday, 14 November 2018

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!

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