Oh dear. The manageress has released my beer from the machine but now the machine seems permanently broken. My parting gift to the hotel. Fortunately I don’t think I have time for any more beer so it will not affect me. I am looking forward to seeing if I can keep to my resolution on my next trip, whenever that will be. Hopefully not before April at the earliest. I am so lazy. I need to force myself to do anything, even have sex.
1020 Another delay because the beer machine jammed in the process of delivering my 4th beer of the day. Disaster. Now the lady is taking forever to come & fix it. Now probably only have time for one more beer before I leave, if she ever comes. One good thing to come from this trip, this new resolution to never leave one of the naughty places without doing something. This trip was always too soon, financially speaking, but I couldn’t wait. Now it is done, out of the way, I can plan & wait maybe 3 months for the next trip when I will come fully “armed”, monetarily speaking, and put my new resolution to the test. It means I leave here feeling quite excited.
Coming back from the shop, just saw the aftermath of a small traffic accident. Two women reversing their car out of the Plaza parking space (I had seen them leaving the hotel as I went to the shop) had backed into the side of a car going along the road. An argument ensuing. Not only that, but I now see that reversing their car, they didn’t even bother to lower the red tape protecting the parking spaces, but just drove through it, completely snapping it. Nice. Rich bitches do what they like. F–k everyone else.
Bringing my laptop with me this time was a great success. I will never travel without it again. It killed so many of the dead hours in the mornings, stopped me starting to drink too soon, and meant I never even turned my TV on during the nights either. No Jean Rollin films for me on this trip.
Last night I made a rule for myself—in future I will never again enter a brothel/night bar/brasserie à femmes, call them what you will, without ——- one of the girls. Because this is ridiculous. To keep going to these places and keep leaving without having done anything is ridiculous. In future I will force myself to always go with one of the girls before I allow myself to leave. If there is no one I fancy, I will just go with the one that is least bad. That means waiting till I can travel with plenty of money. But I must start this. It is like going to a porn cinema without masturbating. Ridiculous. And never go to Rue d’Aerschot without doing something with one of the girls, too. This too will actually inspire me to save money to make this viable. Now, with this new rule in mind, I look forward to coming back to Brussels again. Even in Manhattan in Vienna in December, there were at least 3 very desirable girls but again I did nothing. This must stop. There is no point travelling at all if I keep doing nothing when I get there.
None of the little shops are even open yet, so I have to take the expensive Red Bull and beers out of the Max machine instead of getting the cheaper ones from the shop. So I head home, and must live like a monk in London till my Friday payday. Finally then I will begin my mission of reducing my credit card debts. I have cut out the strippers (almost totally), and now by NOT travelling again for a couple of months at last I should finally have some spare money to reduce my credit card debt by more than the bare minimum for a change. Ah, the little shop over the road is now open. I might pop over there for my next couple of beers.
820. Having a last Red Bull and few beers in the hotel lounge before getting a taxi just before 11 I expect. I should console myself that this expensive unplanned Eurostar ticket of £133 is more than made up for by the continence and abstinence of the rest of the trip—I had travelled to Brussels this time planning to —- so many girls, as I knew it had to be my last trip for a long time—East European Tatiana, Emily, Paloma, Perrie, that street girl if I saw her again; planned to have another 60 euro private dance (at least) with Jennifer in Empire; instead, I did none of these things. Planned to do something with 1 or 2 of the Rue d’Aerschot window girls but did nothing there either. I think it was inevitable I was always going to add the Friday & Saturday night to my stay, so the only real extra expense was for the Eurostar ticket; and that was covered by savings elsewhere. Next time I come, it will be at least 2 or 3 months hence, and that time I really should be able to come with a little bit of spare cash, and finally fully plunder the erotic delights of Brussels—because the delights are there. It was only my nagging money worries that dampened my desires (as always).