I came back to the hotel after my Brussels Grill steak and lay down to sleep for a couple of hours if I could. Not sure I actually dropped off but was up again by 710pm to make my way back to Fifth Avenue. Sure enough there were FOUR new beauties I had not seen before—two slim brunettes very very pretty, a big black-bobbed BBW with spectacles who was the sexiest girl there and was straightaway taken upstairs by one man after another, and a very beautiful Moroccan girl who looked like —. However, I was in that deathly flat mood typical of drinking TWICE in one day. No matter how much I drank I could not get any high, just became increasingly sodden and tired. The Fifth Friday night atmosphere was wild, girls and customers dancing with each other in that small space, hard to get to the bar for a drink, music cacophonously loud, but I was so totally out of sync with it, so dead, flat, torpid. However sexy those four girls were, I knew I could do nothing in this mood, so left for Ciné Paris. The films were poor, but the one downstairs had a girl who looked so much like the Moroccan I’d just left in Fifth that it really did the job, and I enjoyed it immensely. Around 10pm I headed to Empire, two or three other customers, but the girls were mediocre. I lingered over my one 10-euro bottle of beer as long as I could hoping some star would take to the stage, but I could wait no longer and gave up. Back to my hotel to sleep, with a Bicky burger & chips from the snack bar, by 11pm. That was Friday night in Brussels.