Monthly Archives: November 2014
Another rubbish night at ——–. If I was to stay out drinking this Friday night, where would I go?
Long distance travel only works when you have no one at home waiting for you
When you have nothing a little thing becomes everything
The years of seduction, violence, decay now seem like a lost golden age though at the time I was desperate to escape to find something real
It is better to stay drunk because then it gives me beer goggles and every woman suddenly looks beautiful
At times of financial meltdown you have to hold onto what is imperishable and endures: gold
My problem with psychotherapy was I felt she was asking me to be someone who was not fully my true self but to live in some corset
Now I am travelling between sheer rock faces on my little ship as the waters quicken and the channel narrows
I now have a craving to go see the Blechen pictures in Berlin
I go to art museums in every city I go to so for me going to strip clubs to look at naked women is no different
How excited I used to feel in The Goose in the old days before the long breathless hyperventilating walk to L— to see —-
On the bus back from Gatwick I saw the most amazing series of beautiful sexy women
The Original Dangerous Drug (Can Coffee Wreck Your Marriage?) “Back in 17th-century England, King Charles wasn’t the only person who thought coffee was a social vice”
I could have had sexual adventure in Brussels, Berlin or Vienna but I did nothing
I can only write about my experience
Now when I am tempted to feel bored like this Saturday afternoon in Moloch with NOWHERE TO GO
Perhaps in years to come people will want to sit in the seat K1 of the English National Opera balcony because it is where I used to sit
I have enjoyed this brief visit to Wien. The night wasn’t completely successful but as we say it has kept the pendulum swinging
I have enjoyed this brief visit to Wien. The night wasn’t completely successful, but as we say, it has kept the pendulum swinging. The room was beautiful. There are no white-shirted Dorint barmaids! For a start the uniform is now a ghastly purple and they are all men. No young busty 18-year-old Swedish girls. No more Wiener Zwiebel Rostbratens on the menu! Everything gets worse. This is the law of life. However, I would still come back, maybe for an extra day—very different from my feelings after Brussels and Berlin. Pour Platin has shut down? It is funny out of all the places in Berlin Mon Cheri was the best and that is the one that has closed. Out of all the places in Vienna Pour Platin was the best and that is the one that has closed. Indeed, I lost my Berlin virginity in Mon Cheri and I lost my Vienna virginity in Pour Platin, and they are the two places that have closed! However, Cora’s picture in the Laufhaus intrigues me—my bad luck she is on zwei woche urlaub. There is a Schiele exhibition at the Belvedere I must come back for. I never got to Stephansdom or the Butterfly House either, too busy sleeping off the hangover. Ah the most gorgeous thick-black-haired waitress has brought a meal for two diners—big girl, really pretty. It is raining in Vienna again. I can’t wait to come back now, and for longer. At the last moment, my faith in Vienna has been partially restored. This trip has given me renewed belief that it is worth trying Munich again, perhaps even Frankfurt. Did I see any good Esmeraldas? In 6 she was OK, in Okay they were okay but the porn film on the screen was better. Pour Platin was closed. In Tete-a-Tete they were ok. The only one who looked spectacular was Cora who was on holiday. The ML films were good though nothing spectacular. I think I have just grabbed hold of the rope of travel again, and can perhaps begin to pull myself back on to the ship, in time. But it needs commitment and investment, of time, money and energy. I don’t care if I can afford it or not. This trip to Vienna has not given me much but it has given me a little bit, and that little bit is better than nothing. Better than the desert of Moloch.