But what gives a life “point”? To settle down, get married, have a mortgage, 2.4 children, once a year holiday in Spain?

But what gives a life “point”? To settle down, get married, have a mortgage, 2.4 children, once a year holiday in Spain? Or live alone, travelling several times a year to Brussels, Vienna, Berlin, Munich, always alone? Does one have more “point” than the other? Discuss. A river cuts its own course. I do what gives me pleasure. Or try to.

Ah my crazy man! My first sight on this trip. Over outside the door of the Plaza with a crutch

Ah, my crazy man! My first sight on this trip. Over outside the door of the Plaza with a crutch. He is rubbing his chin, looking in this direction, probably seeing me and thinking the same thing, “Ah, that crazy man in the hotel! My first sight of him in a long time!” We never see ourselves as others see us. As always, I wonder what is his story. He does not look like an unintelligent man, why does he live this empty life? As always, he could say exactly the same thing about me, with great justification.

Always I want to follow the EASIEST route; that is why I always go straight to Fifth Avenue even if I know it is too early

Always I want to follow the EASIEST route; that is why I always go straight to Fifth Avenue even if I know it is too early for the quality girls and therefore pointless. A river cuts its easiest course. This is why I still keep going to Fifth Avenue too early, rather than Rue d’Aerschot where the more beautiful girls can be found. It is too far to walk? Not sure it isn’t exactly the same distance to Fifth as it is to Rue d’Aerschot.

As always the enduring miracle why are we not all swimming in shit? When you think of the amount of shit that human beings are constantly excreting

As always, the enduring miracle, why are we not all swimming in shit? When you think of the amount of shit that human beings are constantly excreting, why our cities do not smell constantly of shit. An effective sewerage system the enduring monument of modern human civilisation. On my 4th beer, and it is starting to tell.

It is the eternal problem—you wash your hands after going to the toilet but then have to turn the door handle to leave the room

It is the eternal problem—you wash your hands after going to the toilet but then have to turn the door handle to leave the room, thereby picking up all the shit & piss from the animals who have not had the intelligence to wash their own hands before you. The washbasins really need to be in a open section not behind a door. If you have washbasins in a toilet, then a door for people to open, then there is no point having the washbasins. Surely? At airports and railway stations I think this is normally the case; it is usually open entry. But office buildings & hotels, in my experience, always have a DOOR leading into toilet areas. This has to be wrong.

Most people are Blood Type O or A or whatever it is; I think they would list me at various times as Blood Type Jupiler or Blood Type Maes

Most people are Blood Type O, or A, or whatever it is; I think they would list me at various times as Blood Type Jupiler, or Blood Type Maes. Blood Type Fosters. The presence of alcohol in my blood is probably almost constant, even though, thanks to work, I do always go 4 or 5 days at a time without any consumption. The trouble comes from my excessive indulgence in my days off. It is a bit crazy; instead of sitting here in the Max Hotel lounge drinking beer, I might as well be sitting in the Cine Paris drinking beer. At least something more stimulating to look at when I am drinking. Still I delay my departure, for one more, one more.