Arnold Schoenberg (so redolent of Vienna. Viennese eroticism). I tell myself every time but I never learn—no point booking a late Eurostar on my homeward day. I always do it thinking at least it gives me a last few hours to enjoy the naughty jollies of Brussels, but in reality I NEVER want to do ANYTHING on my homeward day so it is just a complete waste of time, energy and money. Please, NEVER do it again. A lunchtime Eurostar is perfect, so I can at least lie in and stay in my hotel room till 11am checkout time, 1pm-2pm at latest, but no more 556PM homeward trains! Another lesson I have to keep re-learning. Joe Dassin again. 335PM. Getting there. And all my life-force still intact pretty much (i.e. all my sperm). There’s been a few girls passing the Dome while casting their lascivious eyes in at me, trying to tempt me to give up some of my life-force, but no chance madames! No chance, mes jeunes filles! Me too strong! I’m too bloody strong!
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.
820. Having a last Red Bull and few beers in the hotel lounge before getting a taxi just before 11 I expect. I should console myself that this expensive unplanned Eurostar ticket of £133 is more than made up for by the continence and abstinence of the rest of the trip—I had travelled to Brussels this time planning to —- so many girls, as I knew it had to be my last trip for a long time—East European Tatiana, Emily, Paloma, Perrie, that street girl if I saw her again; planned to have another 60 euro private dance (at least) with Jennifer in Empire; instead, I did none of these things. Planned to do something with 1 or 2 of the Rue d’Aerschot window girls but did nothing there either. I think it was inevitable I was always going to add the Friday & Saturday night to my stay, so the only real extra expense was for the Eurostar ticket; and that was covered by savings elsewhere. Next time I come, it will be at least 2 or 3 months hence, and that time I really should be able to come with a little bit of spare cash, and finally fully plunder the erotic delights of Brussels—because the delights are there. It was only my nagging money worries that dampened my desires (as always).
Well, I’ve done it, booked a Eurostar SATURDAY morning instead of tomorrow which means I will be staying in the Max Friday night as well (if I can find the money). This at least gives me TWO more chances to see Leyla. The Eurostar cost me just £64 (using the £20 voucher I had), a lot less than I feared. A nice lunchtime session in the Cine Paris to get me started, then straight up to Rue d’Aerschot. Usual stunning girls, but the two I liked most went with customers just before I got there. He who hesitates is lost (122 and one after Mirage). I had 4 beers at the hotel, 2 more in the Cine Paris, now on my 7th here in the Red Devil bar. They have best music channel & best toilets. I could go up & down the road looking in the windows all day & night. It is better than any porn film. It is already 2:50; I have passed the time well today, thanks to that long Cine Paris session. Let me have a long Retro Bar and Red Devil bar session at least, before chancing 5th. Hope tonight I can finally get awake in time to try Empire.
I cannot help thinking as soon as I get home I will be seeing if I can get some more Snap tickets to come back again. What a pleasure it is if you can get two seats to yourself. What a difference it makes. To be able to get a £50 return Eurostar ticket to Brussels (or Paris) at short notice is amazing. Bravo Eurostar. To think my train left St Pancras at 304 Monday afternoon and I was in my hotel room at 640 exactly, which allowing for the hour time difference is a journey time of 2 hours 36 minutes from St Pancras to my hotel room—not bad is it? And that includes rush hour Brussels traffic! And my hotel room is just 41,28 euros a night; even with the disastrous post-Brexit exchange rate that is still just £37 a night in my favourite hotel! How can one NOT keep coming back to Brussels?
Amazing. Just as I hoped, even though the £25 Snap ticket does not allow you to choose your seat, on boarding the train I found my favourite seats at back of the carriage were free (from Brussels to Lille at least) so I could move into my favourite seats. Who knows, maybe even on the outward journey if I’d bothered to look I could have done this as well. Space to spread out a little at least. That might explain why when I book my normal Eurostar tickets and am choosing my seat, the whole centre of every carriage appears fully booked but when you get on the train it is not full; perhaps they keep all the central seats reserved for Snappers. A grey cool Brussels morning as we head for home.