Curiosity about how much more comfortable my bottom might feel in 1st class is starting to irritate me. Suddenly I feel stuck in a carriage full of plebs, when I could be breathing more rarefied air. Rosenheim. On our way to Salzburg. Suddenly my lack of a footrest here in 2nd class grows in my mind; I imagine what luxurious foot rests they might have in 1st class; lovely pouffés to put one’s feet on. Waited on by busty Bavarian maidens. This is haunting me. Their huge bosoms accidentally on purpose falling out of their low-cut dirndls as they bend to serve me. I have an erection now. Austria is picture-book beautiful (we might even still be in Bavaria). Like something out of the fairy tales you read as a child. How lovely to finally get some sleep last night (or early hours of the morning anyway)! All I could think about yesterday was my fatigue; 33 hours without sleep I went.
Crossing Austria on the ICE listening to Falco’s Rock Me Amadeus. Life is sweet. In just over two hours we will be in Vienna. 1125 Wels. Christ just 1 hour 40 minutes till we arrive in Vienna. Again no sign of anyone on the Wels platform. This is the quietest train I have ever been on. Normally I go from Munich to Vienna via Salzburg on an Austrian Railways Railjet and that train is always packed, so maybe this route is always the better one to take. Just a nuisance it goes to Wien Hauptbahnhof rather than Westbahnhof.
Berg 5 Altenberg Songs, Salamati, Udo & Jenny Jürgens. Lily Wood, Chakachas. Belgium, Germany and Austria feel like home to me now, I have been here so many times, and had just about all of the highest nights of my life here. London is just the place I work. Since the closure of Carnival Strip 1997, Astral Cinema 1998, Sunset Cinema 2009, Soho Cinema 2013, and then finally the Flying Scotsman 2015, this is certainly true. Berlin feels less of a home since the closure of Mon Cheri etc. Brussels feels less of a home since the closure of Cine ABC, and California. Vienna feels less of a home since the closure of Pour Platin (2010) and loss of floozies from Fortuna Kino (2015). Munich feels less of a home since private dances went up to a ridiculous 50 euros.
0914 St Valentin. 1 hour 18 minutes gone. 3 more hours to Wörgl. A clear blue morning, not a cloud in the sky. Nothing to do in Munich except have a few beers in—where? No desire to return to Rechthaler Hof (and how sad it makes me to say that) but where else is there?—then spend an hour or two in the luscious kabins of Sexyland. Then to find an internet café somewhere, if my hotel does not have a computer for guest use (I cannot even remember which hotel I booked. Somewhere in Schillerstraße, but there’s quite a lot of hotels in Schillerstraße!). Memories of the holiday: the voluptuous Dominican Republic Lucy in Fifth Avenue. Discovering the Dorint DOES have music channel. Discovering Trekki in WSK. The 4 sexy girls in Manhattan. 0928 Linz. Three hours to Wörgl. “The feeling of plenitude, of power which seeks to overflow, the happiness of high tension”. Nietzsche’s Beyond Good & Evil is my companion on this long train journey back to Munich. 0942 Wels. 1000 Attnang-Puchheim. 2½ hours to Wörgl. 1006 Vöklabruck. I always feel down when I come to the end of a holiday: tense and scared of the amount of money I have spent. I should be happy, I have a night to spend in Munich and (perhaps) a night to spend in Brussels (only if I can find somewhere to stay). Back in Munich there is nothing for me anymore. Atlantic City is poor but the other places are even worse. At least in Atlantic City there is some dancing to watch by normal curvy women (not the giraffes and stick insects of Bad Angel and Black Boxxx), but even Atlantic City is poor: I do not want to ever again go to a strip club where the girls do not take their knickers off. I do not ever again want to stay in a city where there is not sex for sale. A man needs meat. A man must let off steam. At least Munich has the best videokabin selection I have ever found in Sexyland.
When I travel by DB ICE I feel light, weightless; switch to Austrian Railjet and I feel weighed down and clumpy again. The ICE is really the greatest travelling experience of my life; one of the great glories of Europe is the ICE. Bravo Deutsche Bahn; a good job. My deep respect for Germans which I have had since childhood, teenage years, just grows more with each year that passes. 100 per cent of French women report being sexually harassed on the Paris Metro; such a thing is unimaginable on German/Austrian underground. Of course, it happens one presumes, but in Germany and Austria it is an extraordinary exception rather than the rule. There is an intelligence, an integrity, one finds in Germany and Austria, that I do not feel anywhere else.
Just never ending snowy white landscape. Snowy trees. I must admit I have never seen so many trees in all my life. On the few occasions I travel anywhere in England, I am never conscious of any trees; it’s all fields or buildings. Germany and Austria seem like one huge forest, with settlements dotted amongst the trees. Yet another reason to love Germany and Austria. Even on Eurostar all you see out the window in Kent, France or Belgium is endless green fields, hardly a tree to be seen. Is there any connection between the rich forest cover of Germany and Austria and the fact that they are two of the most sexually-liberated (i.e. whore-friendly) countries left in Europe? Nature still runs riot in Germany and Austria, thank god. Lushness. Then again, I remember Norway and Sweden being all trees as well, so that theory does not really stand up.