My 11th hour decision to switch from Frankfurt to Brussels on Friday night was vindicated a thousand-fold. My best ever night in Brussels. And god help me, now I cannot wait to come back. My pen has run out, and now I am out of paper too. I spent more last night than in the previous 4 days put together. But the frightening thing is I wanted to have Diane again, straight away. I wanted to take Jennifer for an hour (200 euros). I wanted the street girl Amanda as well.