I remember the guys outside the Gascogne strip club in Brussels practically begging passing men to go in. Whenever I did, it was always empty, just me and perhaps one other sad man inside. What is it with strip clubs in Europe? They try to be too shiny and fancy. They need to just have strippers in an old-fashioned pub in the English style. Down and dirty and raw. Or just a basement in the dirty Carnival style, curtain opens, girl strips to two songs, curtain closes. Simple, dark, seedy, sex the way it should be. Not all shiny mirrors and champagne. I mourn the Carnival, and Sunset Strip and Boulevard Striptease the way they used to be. The ——– is the best left but even that is rubbish now—but, as I say, …. and ….. were there on my last Thursday night in London and you will not see two better strippers on any stage than them. As suspected, I have met nothing on this holiday to compare with them. I went to 5 or 6 Berlin brothels/tingel tangels and there was only one girl who was at all fanciable. I have little hope that this last night in Brussels will change anything. I will go to Cine ABC first, as that closes so early, then Gare du Nord, then finish the night in Empire and Manhattan. As always, it just takes one girl to change everything.