My god there are some busty girls in the Rue d’Aerschot. But none enough to lure me in

My god, there are some busty girls in the Rue d’Aerschot. But none enough to lure me in. Completely unaroused in the Cine Paris, though the films up & downstairs were probably the same as yesterday, just different scenes, not even the slightest swelling. And the Red Devil bar at the end of Rue d’Aerschot has not got Jupiler on tap today, so I had to buy a bottle; another sign of the rubbishness of this holiday. I see little chance of it picking up. My mojo is low to non-existent. Anyway, the Red Devil has quality urinals, which is the main reason I wanted to come in here. 220 still ridiculously early, I will have another beer or 2 in the bars further down the road, then head back to Fifth. Before 4 probably, but at least a better, more propitious time than yesterday. Honestly, though, no desire for anything except continued drinking, lovely food to finish the day then bed. Final little session in Cine Paris perhaps and walk around Rue des Cendres and Rue de la Blanchisserie, but no desire for anything more.

Always I want to follow the EASIEST route; that is why I always go straight to Fifth Avenue even if I know it is too early

Always I want to follow the EASIEST route; that is why I always go straight to Fifth Avenue even if I know it is too early for the quality girls and therefore pointless. A river cuts its easiest course. This is why I still keep going to Fifth Avenue too early, rather than Rue d’Aerschot where the more beautiful girls can be found. It is too far to walk? Not sure it isn’t exactly the same distance to Fifth as it is to Rue d’Aerschot.

And it doesn’t matter how poor or unarousing my stay in Brussels is I still want to be here

And it doesn’t matter how poor or unarousing my stay in Brussels is, I still want to be here. There is always the thought that there MIGHT be a great film in Cine Paris today, or there MIGHT be a great girl in Fifth Avenue today—one of those girls that blows your mind. It only takes one girl to bring a whole city to life, as I always say. That is the incredible power of woman.

I was shocked to see so few “girls” on the street along the Rue des Commercants drag. There were just 2 girls on the Pelican corner around Café Jimmy

I was shocked to see so few “girls” on the street along the Rue des Commercants drag. There were just 2 girls on the Pelican corner around Café Jimmy, just 2 girls on the street between Pelican and Flamingo, just 2 girls on the Flamingo corner around the old closed Café Flamingo, and then just 2 girls on the Rue des Commercants itself between Flamingo and Fifth Avenue. The Mayor Yvan Mayeur’s determination to “depress” & eradicate the Alhambra scene by fining the girls and their clients 350 euros each is apparently working. Though, again, I was perhaps just too early. The early Fifth Avenue girls were poor too. The couple of Cine Paris films I saw during my brief half-hour stay were OK—OK meaning they were not the sort of thing I would ever watch at home on my computer, but they at least enabled me to get an erection; so in the in between area of being “OK”. The disaster is films that are so bad I cannot even get an erection, and the great pleasure is a film so good that I rush to find it on my computer as soon as I get back home.

A bright blue-skied April day, not a cloud in the sky, but cold

A bright blue-skied April day, not a cloud in the sky, but cold, no more than 9ºC maximum expected today. At least by starting my drinking later today I give myself a chance of being at Fifth Avenue during the more “fertile” hours of 5-8, which means try to avoid it until then. Try to spend the afternoon in the Rue d’Aerschot. Soldiers still patrolling the streets in their pairs.

It was silly. If I’d known Leyla was going to be at Fifth Avenue when I got there

It was silly. If I’d known Leyla was going to be at Fifth Avenue when I got there, I could have got there sooner, when I was not so drunk, done something with her, and still had time to come back and catch my Eurostar home. Now I’ve been “forced to” spend another £80 on hotel and £132 on Eurostar and now do not HAVE any money to do anything with Leyla! Oh if I really wanted to I could take out another 50-75 euros from the cash machine, but I do not want to. Now I feel in lockdown mood. I have spent too much, and now I just want to curl myself up like a ball.