So not met anyone this time to make me rush back for, but still sad to be leaving. Wished I’d stayed for longer in Cine Paris or woke in time to go back before it closed.
As I was saying, the Place Rogier is now completely ripped up. No road surface at all, and completely closed to traffic, which means all traffic coming up the Boulevard Adolphe Max has to turn left along Malines to rejoin the main east-west road. Coming in on the coach we pass along some spectacularly-named boulevards, the Rue Charles Quint, Pantheon Laan, Boulevard Baldwin (after Prime Minister Baldwin), Leopold II Laan. I was surprised to see we actually passed by Fifth Avenue—looking TINY from the coach! Something I’ve only just noticed from my map, the main boulevards of Brussels not only have two names in the sense of French & Flemish names, but each side of the Boulevard has a different name as well? So the Boulevard du Jardin Botanique going one way is also the Avenue Victoria Regina Laan going the other way. Now even better than before. The Boulevard Baldwin is similarly the Antwerplaan going the other way.
I travel for erections; for Priapism; for sexual arousal; I travel for the cock. Is there really no arousal for me back home in London? Almost, almost, almost none. OK I thought about heading down to Cine Paris, but instead stay put & pick up a fourth can of beer. After this one, definitely. 205. No, I will never tire of Brussels. It is such a home from home. As long as Cine Paris, Fifth Avenue and the windows remain, that is. I’ve already lost Cine ABC, Paradise Peep Show & kabins, California Peep Show & kabins, and the street girls have been severely reduced, and perhaps ruled out for me, if I fear being hit by a 350 euro fine by the police. Prostitution is not even illegal in Belgium, street prostitution is not illegal. The fine is just Mayeur’s idea to drive them away.
So, yes, that has been my trip so far. Coach driver from hell, coach trip from hell, astounding astounding 10 out of 10 white vest girl on the boat; underwhelming sight of —- & ——–. See if anything picks up today—but like I say it has to be something random, something completely unexpected. Familiarity kills lust. Even the sexiest floozie, I can only sleep with her once, twice at most, before I lose interest. Anyway, I will never tire or give up on Brussels. Just being here is lovely. Fifth Avenue usually underwhelming, but I have out of the blue met so many 10 out of 10s there that it is always exciting to think about going there. And a proper porn cinema. And the window girls. I went to Fifth Avenue and Empire strip club, but the only real erection I’ve had here in Brussels is watching Sean Paul She Doesn’t Mind video on my TV this morning (and thinking about the white vest girl).