1105 the Cine Paris shutters were still closed so I came back for a McDonald’s instead, and sat in the McDonald’s eating it. Absolutely gorgeous brunette ponytail girl serving me, her heavy bosoms (Moroccan perhaps) straining so hard against the tight green McDonald’s top, and beautiful curvy bottom straining against her black jeans. Better than anything I would see in the porn cinema. Oh Brussels. I am under your spell, and defenceless. Hardly worth going to Cine Paris now even if it’s open; so back to the Max lounge for one last Jupiler (1,10). More than ever, I love this city. Even after all these years I realise now I have only just scratched the surface of the pleasures it could offer me. And there was I just 24 hours ago with all sincerity saying NO MORE TRAVELLING. Well, I’m fucked now. Brussels has me in its thrall more than ever before. My whole life now revolves around getting back to Brussels as often as I can.
Little black-haired Japanese or Chinese girl under my window in tight white T-shirt “La Vie est Belle”, over massive bosoms, pulling a suitcase. Let’s hope she checks in here. Oh but thank god I DID something this time! Always I come on holiday and I um and ah and think she’s nice, but for one reason or another I put off and put off and end up coming home having done nothing. Hope this is a cue for me for do something EVERY DAY on this trip—which is always my intention when I leave boring London.
I was dizzy with erotic anticipation in the weeks & days leading up to my trip and I wondered whether I would be able to carry it with me and still feel the same when I got there; as I suspected, no. During my stay in Berlin I felt almost completely a-sexual. But as always it just takes one beautiful bottom or one beautiful pair of bosoms to get me in the mood again. I hope it happens in Brussels. My train to Koln is already 21 minutes late, giving me just 13 minutes to spare to catch my connection. I sat drinking my one beer surrounded by floozies in King George, Club 77, Monte Carlo and Sissi Bar and felt completely unmoved and unaroused by all of them. I hope something happens in Brussels to shake me out of my torpor. This is madness.
I do wonder if the black-haired Bulgarian Diamant bar manager is a former whore; she does have the most massive bosoms (not that massive bosoms makes someone a whore, of course; I’m not saying that; I’m not). I wonder how much longer the street girls will be here. The Mayor was talking about getting rid of them by the end of this year. How massively bland Brussels will seem without them. A whole ecosystem wiped out. And what harm are they causing exactly? 1pm. Another hour. Already I look forward to my return to Brussels. The whores do come into Diamant, but only the older ones it seems, none of the younger ones, like Bruna. No the bar manager is Alex, not Alice. All I can think about is Brussels Grill. Wow, and then Bruna walks in, for a coffee, which she takes outside. She does have a lovely arse & thighs in those blue jeans.