Three gay men in the seats in front of me

Three gay men in the seats in front of me; god, they can talk and they don’t stop. Christ, the one on the left is actually sitting in the seat sideways, so both his feet are in the aisle, so much he is enjoying his (own) conversation. The man does not stop talking. The two on my side are just listening, the whole time; on & on & on he does not stop. For f—k’s sake, shut up. Now he is sitting in the seat backwards, his back against the back of the seat in front, as he carries on talking. He will be upside down, sitting on his head in a minute, as he carries on talking.

But you never know

But you never know. You can walk into anywhere you like, and there are 20 girls there you don’t like, but there can be 1 girl with the “fresh bloom of sexuality” on her, and because of her you stay and stay and stay. It just takes one girl to bring a club to life and to bring a city to life. That’s why you keep on trying.

Well standing at the Rogier cash machine I see a Belgian girl walking towards me

Well, standing at the Rogier cash machine I see a Belgian girl walking towards me, long wavy brown hair, glasses, little black & white tight top, blue denim shorts, very curvy, and busty; and she was bouncing, all the way towards me and past me; just bouncing. The greatest moment of the trip so far, and it will take a lot to beat that. Another very warm but windy Brussels day. Rain and thunderstorms predicted for night time. Why Fifth Avenue has no girls (anymore) like this black & white top girl? Not a single girl I would ever want to sleep with yesterday. Actually I’m really disappointed. I thought come here in high summer and I’d see more sexy girls than I normally do. In fact there are less. Where have they all gone? That girl with the black & white top who bounced past me at the cash machine is the only sexy girl I have seen.

Yes the Orient Express is really pointless for people watching

Yes the Orient Express is really pointless for people watching. Well, now I discover the Orient Express has lost all the music channels as well. I asked the barmaid if she could put on some music and she got on a chair & pressed the buttons and they only have about 5 TV channels and radio channels. What happened to all their NUMEROUS music channels??? No music in my hotel and now no music in the Orient Express!

Well a poor first day in Brussels

Well a poor first day in Brussels. Cine Paris films were poor (but I only stayed 10 minutes intending to go back later), Rue des Commercants was rubbish, not even Beatrice; Fifth Avenue was rubbish, not even Ina or Andrea. After that I just rushed back to Midi to grab some food before all the food shops closed for the evening. Today I will try again, not so tired and with more time to play with. Fifth Avenue seems set on an irreversible decline. I got to Orient Express just before 4 yesterday and now it is 1115, so I am four hours ahead of yesterday’s schedule. As I expected though the pretty barmaid is not here this early, so I will have to return later to see her. That should encourage me to get up to Dome sooner rather than later—though my black barmaid was not there yesterday. In fact, there was no barmaid at all, just the usual barman who is always there at lunchtime.

Follow the path of least resistance I always tell myself

Follow the path of least resistance, I always tell myself; that applies to Eros as much as anything else. To go up to the Dome, getting soporific on Stella, is a waste of time. Better to go straight to Cine Paris, Rue des Commercants, Fifth Avenue. Dome tomorrow when I can start early. Yes, let me get blotto here, then straight to Cine Paris. Just one more in Fifth Avenue to check the girls then back to the hotel to eat and sleep. These Jupilers are going down very very nicely. If only the street-scene was more stimulating here. I need to release myself from the clutches of this lovely barmaid, and get a move on. Nearly 5 already! Let me go Mademoiselle!

If I travelled under a cloud

If I travelled under a cloud, under terrible pressure, weighed down by terrible worry last month, this time I travel with a wind beneath my wings. Flying high, easily, relaxed. But, still, nervous. Something must be about to go wrong. The barmaid is what I think of as a typical Brussels girl: curvy, slightly overweight even in most people’s eyes, but really, really pretty. A sweetness about her. Already I wish I could stay for 20 days instead of 2. I will have to do that soon. I have never done that: stayed in a city for more than 5 or 6 days. That would be an experience. And it will have to be Brussels or Vienna. I don’t think I have ever slept with a Belgian girl I now realise; the girls of 5th Avenue and Rue des Commercants and Gare du Nord are every nationality under the sun except Belgian of course. I think I will save the Dome for tomorrow—their Stella just makes me soporific; the Orient Express Jupiler livens me up. Oh, but it is just the black barmaid at the Dome that preys on my mind.

345PM I arrive in the Orient Express to start my 2-day trip to Brussels

345PM I arrive in the Orient Express to start my 2-day trip to Brussels. Just getting from the station to the hotel (directly over the road) I saw so many stunning sexy girls; and here the barmaid is new to me, a gorgeous curvy brunette with glasses. After 2 beers in St Pancras, this small Jupiler is the first of my trip to Brussels. A very warm afternoon, but overcast; 28°C perhaps; tomorrow they predict violent thunderstorms. Yes, watched her serving somebody else: she is really pretty; and really busty. I will be here for a while, after all. Although apart from her the people watching here is rubbish; that is what draws me up to the Dome. I managed to leave London without my adaptor plug or my sponge. I have just left my hotel without my phone. I am nervous. Drink faster, sir. Drink faster. The plan for today, Dome, Cine Paris, Rue des Commercants to Fifth Avenue. Back to Midi and hope I can pick up some food before all the outlets close, then hotel and sleep. Out again later. It turns out the table I always sit at here in Orient Express is No.13. This just adds to my nervousness.

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The woman in front of me will not stop taking selfies on her ipad

The woman in front of me will not stop taking selfies on her ipad. And if I can see her face in the ipad in the reflection of the window that means her ipad can see me, so I have to keep looking away. Stop taking them for Christ’s sake! Why do you need to take so many, one after the other? They are all going to look exactly the same. About 25 of them now and still clicking. Put the fucking thing down woman. Armed soldiers on the opposite platform at Calais-Frethun. Never seen that before.

Yes this has been an expensive trip but it is my last long trip for a long while so I was happy to go a bit mad

Yes, this has been an expensive trip but it is my last long trip for a long while so I was happy to go a bit mad. “Strange how potent cheap music can be.” Strange how potent I find the really cheap sleazy places, like Sissi Bar and Monte Carlo; or the 20 euro hotel rooms of the Rue des Commercants where the girls take you. “The sight of a whore is profoundly thrilling to a man,” said Flaubert. How true. It really is the ideal relationship between a man and a woman.

I am actually surprised my fat face and fat stomach did not seem to worsen at all while away

I am actually surprised my fat face and fat stomach did not seem to worsen at all while away, which is amazing after 6 consecutive days of drinking morning, noon and night. Maybe the stress I have been feeling burnt a lot of calories off all the time; I’ve always felt that stress has done that to me in the past. Or maybe I just eat less when I am feeling stressed, because my insides feels so knotted up all the time. Amazing I stayed turned on for all 6 days as well. This has been the sexiest holiday since my glory days of 2003 and 2004—also my most expensive. Now I have 3 days in London to get blind drunk in London as well if I want. It will be nice to see some proper fully-naked striptease again—this is something I miss in Brussels & Berlin & Vienna. As always I find it strange that these places that are so liberated when it comes to brothels and prostitutes, don’t have strip clubs where the girls take their knickers off.