1105 the Cine Paris shutters were still closed so I came back for a McDonald’s instead, and sat in the McDonald’s eating it. Absolutely gorgeous brunette ponytail girl serving me, her heavy bosoms (Moroccan perhaps) straining so hard against the tight green McDonald’s top, and beautiful curvy bottom straining against her black jeans. Better than anything I would see in the porn cinema. Oh Brussels. I am under your spell, and defenceless. Hardly worth going to Cine Paris now even if it’s open; so back to the Max lounge for one last Jupiler (1,10). More than ever, I love this city. Even after all these years I realise now I have only just scratched the surface of the pleasures it could offer me. And there was I just 24 hours ago with all sincerity saying NO MORE TRAVELLING. Well, I’m fucked now. Brussels has me in its thrall more than ever before. My whole life now revolves around getting back to Brussels as often as I can.