So the journey—I will never travel by Flixbus again. Where to start—

So, the journey—I will never travel by Flixbus again. Where to start—he was the single most surly, uncommunicative, uninformative coach driver of my life. To start off with there was no Flixbus representative at Victoria Coach Station so we just all piled towards the coach as it came in a massive uncontrolled scrum, as the driver was loading the cases into the coach. It was then the same man who scanned our tickets and let us on to the bus, all by himself. Complete chaos, and it was BUSY. There were LOTS of people crushing to get on the coach; I wasn’t convinced he was checking people’s tickets & passports properly at all. And then we just set off. Not a word from him. No introduction, explanation of our route, journey time, nothing. After a couple of hours as we neared the coast he announced brusquely “Today we are going on the boat. You must fill in your names on the sheet”. That was it, and two clipboards were passed around. Why two? One for each side of the coach or did we have to fill in our details twice? No idea. He never explained. We all filled in our details twice, pointlessly I’m sure.

My first beer of the day here in the empty Hotel Max lounge. 1238. An unusually late start for me when in Brussels

My first beer of the day here in the empty Hotel Max lounge. 1238. An unusually late start for me when in Brussels. I had a good sleep last night—hardly surprising after going around 40 (FORTY) hours without sleep before that. So, I saw —- in Fifth Avenue, and felt nothing for her; I saw ——– in Empire, and felt nothing for her. It was a shock, and a disappointment, but I dare say my excessive tiredness and still feeling benumbed by the hideously elongated journey to get here were partly responsible for that.

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So yes a relatively cheap trip to Brussels

So yes, a relatively cheap trip to Brussels. 165 euros spent in cash plus the 128 euros hotel and £74 Eurostar. £320 in total? As usual I went there hoping for a sexually rampant, wild time but once again did nothing. There was nobody I fancied at all. So no hurry to come back, which is good. Next time I will definitely spend more time on the cultural things, the pilgrimages.

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So on the Eurostar home and I DID stay within the 200 euros I took out at the start

So, on the Eurostar home, and I DID stay within the 200 euros I took out at the start. In fact I think I still have a 50 euro note let in my pocket as well. Fifth Avenue was uninspiring; no stars at all. Grabbed a McDonald’s on the way back to the hotel then out like a light. I woke around 1am with my clothes on and contact lenses still in my eyes! I grabbed some water from the lounge, then came back and went to bed properly. The Snap carriage going home is quiet empty; I grabbed my favourite seat at the back; I think it did belong to a couple of ladies who got on after me, but they saw me here and took some empty seats elsewhere instead.

340 and my dial of drunkness is still only just on halfway point

340 and my dial of drunkness is still only just on halfway point; this time yesterday I was already unconscious, in deep, deep sleep; blacked out after 9 hours of drinking and over-large pizza. Now, still hungry and still ready for some more beer. Empire out of the equation after last night, so I can leave everything on the table now. All out now, leave nothing in reserve.

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