Considering how much I drank yesterday, I was surprised I had a completely undisturbed sleep and woke up with no feeling of hangover at all. I think the excitement of being in another city enables me to drink much more without bad effects. I vaguely remember enjoying the Paris films and revelling in the sense of exhibitionism and abandonment; I was getting up from my seat to walk from one room to the other with my naked cock out of my trousers, a very pleasurable feeling (I put it away before going through the lobby where the staff sat of course). It has been a grey but humid day: quite breezy, too. I got two cardigans for the w–e, and enjoyed my visit to the Magritte and Old Masters Museums. A little Magritte goes a long way with me but the overwhelming impression was how much he loved his wife, Georgette. She is everywhere in the paintings, and photographs and films.
The Stripper 