Brussels is hot and sunny. Not at all what I want to see when I come to Brussels in October. Tomorrow at least should be cool and showery so I will feel more at ease tomorrow. 5 past 3 and I am already quite drunk on Café du Dome stellas. I wonder if I will ever get to La Monnaie for Lulu at 7. My number one thought here in Brussels is I want to find a long pair of boots for—–, but I cannot think like that. I have got to think like I am single, and completely alone—only then can I have any enjoyment out of being here in Brussels alone. Being in love with someone makes such a difference. I wonder at what time I will start to see the North Africans on the streets, the Moroccans, in their black leather jackets and blue jeans? I wonder at exactly what time will a couple of them try to rob me? Oh no 15:14 and I have got hiccups! Bloody hell! Four men have just come out of the Cine ABC at the same time. Have they closed? Maybe they were just waiting for the first striptease of the day (on the hour) and she was no good. When I get back to London I am working almost every day up to the 11th November. I am happy about this—to pay for the money I am spending here in Brussels now and to pay for the trip I want to take to Berlin at the end of November. If not travelling, I want to be working. It is amazing how many sexy girls I saw at Gare du Midi in 10 minutes compared to the zero I have seen here at the Café du Dome windows in two hours.
The Stripper 