Well Le Coin was bit of a disaster but sub-consciously I knew I didn’t really want to go there

Well, Le Coin was bit of a disaster, but sub-consciously I knew I didn’t really want to go there (despite me coming back to Brussels especially for it, and even more staying in the Ibis Gare du Midi for it). I think I can’t get the visual memory of the South Sea Island Fifth girl from my mind. She is the one I want next. In the lovely Santana Bar now, on the corner of Place Rouppe, one of my holy places in Brussels (where Verlaine tried to shoot Rimbaud for a second time; and for this outrage he was imprisoned). Ah, Le Coin—what I was going to say—got my Jupiler and seeing Christy greeted her with a smile and “hi!”, but within two minutes some man quickly took her upstairs, so that resolved that particular tension/opportunity. Then this Algerian next to me started to explain to me his theory about, well, I’m not exactly clear about what. His obsession seemed to revolve around the number “79”, and the concept of passing time, and 8 is nothing but 7 is very significant, and he wanted to be remembered as a “good” person, not a “bad” person. Half-suspecting these were his last words before he killed me with a knife and cut my head off, I left after just my one beer, and so, here I am, in the Santana. If I sleep with Christy again, it will be in some far future time. I realise now: I have scratched that itch. I have lanced that boil. And that is how my sexuality is. 315PM. The Santana very nicely decorated for Christmas.

So Friday in Brussels

So, Friday in Brussels. Left the Ibis and got to Le Coin about 3. Sat with the one who I thought was Christy’s big sister, but now I realise is not. Christina, from Bulgaria (Christy being from Albania). Again these were the only two girls of any attraction for me. Three or four bottles of Jupiler, a coffee for Christina, then I was on my way straight up to Fifth Avenue. No one of any special note—sad to not see Sophia. The middle Kylie Jenner sister still looks so cute, and then, curses, just before I left around 7, one of the South Sea Islander Brazilians arrived, looking fantastic in heavy make-up and sparkling silver short dress. I fancied her so much but I was really blotto so had to leave. My timing is nearly always wrong in this place. And then, as I said, that appalling long walk back. Now I know I will NOT being staying in the Ibis again, as much as I love it.

From Le Coin I stumbled back to Fifth Avenue

From Le Coin I stumbled back to Fifth Avenue (giving Christy 10 euros on my way out of Coin for being so sweet) but again there was no one I fancied. A giant Domino’s Pizza then out like a light. I really wanted to go back to Ciné Paris as the films I had left had been so good and I lay there thinking about it, but next thing I knew it was 2 in the morning and I was lying there with my contact lenses still in, stuck to my eyeballs of course. Lenses out, and back to sleep. So a low-key trip (i.e. no sex) and I was happy to leave it for the rest of the year, but now I wonder if I can find a not too expensive Eurostar in December and come back for a last hurrah. Finally do that long walk to Solvay Park.

829AM waiting for boarding to start on my Eurostar home

829AM waiting for boarding to start on my Eurostar home. I did not do anything in Le Coin but I had a fun ten minutes with Christy sitting beside me and letting me hold her hand on top of my bulging cock, much to the amusement of her friend (another Albanian) sitting opposite me. They were particularly amused when I inquired as to where the big brown painting of a river was set. But she told me she finished at 5 and it was now 20 to 5 and I was of course cold with drink so I released her, but a pleasant ten minutes or so. Only after she moved back to her seat by the window and was talking to the man who came in selling clothes, did I realise who it was she so strongly reminded me of—of course it was T— from Greece, at the Garrick Arms! Just a more voluptuous version of T— from Greece, but the same face, and, I now realised, exactly the same voice. They could have been sisters. I am very fond of Christy—I was thinking I will have to try and stay at the Ibis Midi on my next visit so I then I am just a short walk away from Le Coin and I can get there not so drunk. Perhaps, after all, one more Brussels trip before Christmas! Christy informed me that her beautiful black & gold blouse was from Albania, her pussy from Albania, her left breast from Albania but her right breast from Brussels, “ici!”. A lovely girl.

Christ I love Brussels

Christ, I love Brussels. I never want to leave. So yes, Le Coin had two stars, two sisters I am sure, but that was all. Bear this in mind. And she said she’d only been there two months so be cautious about putting too much importance on Le Coin rather than Fifth. Without those two it would have been a really long and wasted walk.

Friday then

Friday then, little session in Ciné Paris, again the films upstairs were the better ones, but soon on my way for the long walk down to Le Coin. Direct this time, with no diversions, and therefore no getting furiously disastrously lost. The same two stars—they look like sisters I now realise. One slightly slimmer, and slightly shorter blonde hair. After SEVERAL 25cl bottles of Jupiler, I finally give the nod to the slimmer one and finally the Rubicon was crossed. My first time in a Le Coin bedroom. Christy from Albania, absolutely beautiful, absolutely lovely. Completely naked, never said no to anything, a proper “girlfriend experience” as they say in the trade. Of course I was so benumbed by beer I got no real pleasure out of it whatsoever bar the visual. 23 to the house, 50 to the girl, and I added 20 for her sweetness and patience. Then the long walk back up to Fifth, but by now I was feeling “metallic”. This is how I feel when my veins are so filled with cold beer. Therefore I stopped off in De Brouckère Brussels Grill for a customarily gorgeous steak, then waddled off once more in the direction of Fifth. Packed with men and girls, and several several gorgeous sexy girls. Fifth Avenue lives. Unfortunately, however, I was so blown out by the steak (and several hours of beer that preceded it) my chest felt like it was going to explode, my heart felt like it was about to explode. I could not seriously consider doing anything. I had to leave. Straight back to hotel and out like a light. I woke just after midnight, in good time for my Friday night planned visit to Empire, but no, I just wanted to stay in my big white bed, so I did. 1124AM Saturday morning now. I wait for Ciné Paris to open (if it has not already). Probably I need to be in my taxi by 145 at the latest.

 

So I finally finally crossed the Rubicon at Le Coin. Christy one of the two sisters

So I finally, finally, crossed the Rubicon at Le Coin. Christy, one of the two sisters from last time. Albanian. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I of course had managed to completely anesthetise myself with beer before then, so could get no real pleasure from it except the visual, and the tactile. She was adorable. Before returning to Fifth, I stop off in the De Brouckère Brussels Grill for a steak. No bread & butter it seems. I will be back to Le Coin many times now. The first time is always the hardest. 448. The De Brouckère Brussels Grill have lost their chandelier. Chandeliers are dying everywhere. The E.N.O. lost their one years ago, now the De Brouckère Brussels Grill. Sad. Finally get one piece of bread & butter. Gorgeous. No breakfast before I left the hotel today so I am understandably starving. Christ, Christy was gorgeous.

Always a thrill to walk through Place Rouppe

Always a thrill to walk through Place Rouppe, the square where Verlaine tried to shoot Rimbaud for a second time, and it was this second occasion that Verlaine was jailed for. How much more rich and interesting a city is when you research its streets before you go there. I don’t do enough of it. Even for London. The two stars I saw last time at Le Coin are still here. They now look like twin sisters; the one with long blonde hair now has it cut into a long bob like the other one. And it is this one I feel most attracted to, though I feel attracted to them both. 234. Not a bad time to head back to Fifth before long. I think no long sight-seeing walk for me on this trip.

I would love to spend a whole week in Brussels again

I would love to spend a whole week in Brussels again, to do all those things I have always wanted to do: visit Waterloo, Antwerp, the Delvaux museum in St Idesbald and the Rops museum in Namur. I wouldn’t mind coming straight back to try those two girls in Le Coin.

So two good films in Ciné Paris, Penthouse Black and a Dorcel upstairs. With fine erection I left and headed down to the Notre Dame de la Chapelle

So two good films in Ciné Paris, Penthouse Black and a Dorcel upstairs. With fine erection I left and headed down to the Notre Dame de la Chapelle to see the Madonna that was apparently a favourite of Baudelaire. I am not a religious person at all—on the contrary—but to step into one of these great churches is always such a powerful feeling. Leaving the church I tried to walk down to Le Coin but evidently turned in the wrong direction from the word go and became hopelessly furiously lost. In the end I had to get on the metro at Munthof for the two stops to Gare du Midi. The metro stuffy and pungent with the odour of sweat. Leaving Midi I thought as I am here I might as well go for a drink in my old favourite bar, L’Orient Express, only to be shocked to find it totally gone. The entire building replaced by a hideous modern B&B hotel, hideous in its blandness. Appalling. Another appalling loss. Then got a little bit more lost finding Le Coin but eventually got in around 510PM. It was evidently on its last knockings, five girls and six men, and by 6 everyone had gone. I was the last to leave. But! They had two stunning girls, a voluptuous blonde bob Brazilian-looking girl, and a slimmer but still curvy long blonde hair girl. These were the best two girls I saw, better than anything in Fifth Avenue on my two visits, though after arriving in Fifth after the long walk up from Le Coin there three girls who looked like sisters who were evidently Brazilian but looked like South Sea Islanders, something strongly Fijian or Tongan in their features, and it was one of them that I was most attracted to. However, I was by now very over drunk so gave up and came back for a gorgeous Brussels Grill steak. As usual I struggled to finish it, then staggered back to hotel to pass out. That was my trip to Brussels.

I stopped off in the beautiful Sablon church then pressed on in the rain but soon became enveloped in the maze of little streets and no longer knew where I was

I stopped off in the beautiful Sablon church then pressed on in the rain, but soon became enveloped in the maze of little streets and no longer knew where I was, completely lost my bearings and rapidly my mind. I was by now like a drowned rat. Eventually I had to ask a policeman and he directed me back in the direction I had just come from! Found my way to Le Coin quite quickly then but oh dear, the worst and oldest collection of girls I’d ever seen there. Last year I had seen the best collection I’d ever seen there; now it was the worst. I was in no mood for it anyway, after my hell trek across Brussels, so I left as fast as I could finish my beer. Passing back up through Place Rouppe where Verlaine tried to shoot Rimbaud for a second time, while escorting him to Gare du Midi for Rimbaud to catch his train to Paris, leaving Verlaine behind (Midi was just south of Place Rouppe in those days). Finally taking shelter from the rain in Brussels Grill and the absolutely gorgeous Vjolca.

Zoe Adieu. Rihanna Love on the Brain. Again reward for doing something DIFFERENT? By taking that long walk down to Le Coin yesterday I have revolutionised my future trips to Brussels (perhaps)

Zoe Adieu. Rihanna Love on the Brain. Again, reward for doing something DIFFERENT? By taking that long walk down to Le Coin yesterday I have revolutionised my future trips to Brussels (perhaps). The old Gare du Midi nexus suddenly regains pre-eminence over the Max Nexus. More than anything I look forward to getting back to the good honest butt-naked knickerless strippers of London. Topless only strip clubs are an abomination, and I take them as a personal insult. Joe Dassin Et Si tu n’existais pas. That song I only heard in Empire’s topless only strip club here in Brussels.

The wonderful eroticism of Le Coin yesterday makes me want to come back for an extended stay in Brussels again—basing myself down by the Gare du Midi this time

The wonderful eroticism of Le Coin yesterday makes me want to come back for an extended stay in Brussels again—basing myself down by the Gare du Midi this time. I was unkind for saying it had the atmosphere of a greasy spoon café. It has got lots of vases of flowers, lots of PAINTINGS of vases of flowers on the walls, a wonderful dark brown painting of some river surrounded by ferns and palm trees, and lovely dark brown wood panels, and unusual kind of trestle-type lamps suspended from the ceiling, all of which gives it a rather Bavarian, Munich feel; a real Carmina Burana feel! I’m talking myself into going back again before I leave, aren’t I! I suppose if I just went in for the last hour and just had a few beers, that would not be that expensive!

I enjoyed my brief stay back in the Café du Dome yesterday—just for 2 Stellas

I enjoyed my brief stay back in the Café du Dome yesterday—just for 2 Stellas, then after my first Cine Paris session (with several more beers, which is when the manager first started to get funny with me) I cut down Rue St Michel, across the Place des Martyrs, along the Rue d’Argent (I LOVE Brussels street names), up Wolvengracht, up Stormstraat and there once again to the Rue de la Montagne, where Baudelaire stayed in his famous Hôtel du Grand Miroir. This time I walked down the whole road but still could not see the plaque. Anyway I must surely have passed the spot where the Miroir once stood {yes, the Maison du Notaires], and that is good enough for me. Then on the spur of the moment I decided I WOULD press on all the way down to Le Coin—so down Zuidstraat I went, through the Place Rouppe—where Verlaine attacked Rimbaud for a second time! They had patched things up after Verlaine had shot Rimbaud the first time, and now Verlaine was accompanying Rimbaud down to Gare du Midi to bid him farewell as he left for Paris, when Verlaine’s jealousy got the better of him again and he attacked Rimbaud again! It was only after this second attack that Verlaine was arrested, convicted and sent to prison. I carried on to Le Coin and had that extraordinary surprise of so many gorgeous big, big curvy women.

Well the world’s been turned on its head—Le Coin was better than Fifth Avenue

Well, the world’s been turned on its head—Le Coin was better than Fifth Avenue. Four gorgeous voluptuous girls—I would have liked all four of them but by now I was too drunk and I only had 70 euros left—the exact cut 20 to house, and 50 to girl. One more beer and that was it, too late. Suddenly I think in future I will stay in the IBIS again, rather than the Max!

Four beers in the hotel and two Stellas here in the Dome then off to Cine Paris I think

Four beers in the hotel, and two Stellas here in the Dome, then off to Cine Paris I think. Then after that perhaps a return to Rue de la Montagne; and maybe, maybe, the LONG walk down to Le Coin. Just to do something different, random, shake things up again. I can’t just go and sit boredly in the afternoon Fifth Avenue again.

The only regret I have about not going to the Empire strip club last night (topless only strip clubs always easy to resist) is I didn’t get to hear some lovely loud pounding music

The only regret I have about not going to the Empire strip club last night (topless only strip clubs always easy to resist) is I didn’t get to hear some lovely loud pounding music, just to be in that atmosphere of a crowded (hopefully) strip club on a Saturday night. But honestly with each tiny bottle of beer (25ml) costing 10 euros—that’s like £8 for half a pint?—it is not worth it. In BFYB terms (Bang for your Buck) the Cine Paris and Fifth Avenue are all I could really recommend—apart from the Rue d’Aerschot window girls of course; if that environment turns you on (I’m afraid it doesn’t for me). There is Le Coin of course, a downmarket cousin of Fifth Avenue, down at bottom end of Terre Neuve not far from Gare du Midi, but its bland greasy spoon café atmosphere turns me off as well. And Cine ABC gone a long time ago of course, heartbreakingly, along with the next door California videokabins, which were really good if memory serves me right.

Sweating like a little piggy, sweat running off my face, back in L’Orient Express

Sweating like a little piggy (even though I know, I know, pigs can’t actually sweat), sweat running off my face, back in L’Orient Express. 110pm. Hour & a quarter till my train to Nuremberg. I had the idea to leave my big bag in the Max Hotel locker and just travel to Nuremberg with a little bag of essentials. This gave me the freedom to WALK down to Le Coin and Midi. The usual tubby Moroccan girls, all pretty, lurid, with little paunchy stomachs, which is no problem for me; but I don’t think I will EVER do anything here. Just one beer and I was off again. I should have booked an earlier train—this is pointless this wasted 3 hours. Just drinking for nothing.

Yes the Rue d’Aerschot window girls are stunningly beautiful

Yes, the Rue d’Aerschot window girls are stunningly beautiful but walking along a cold street trying to shelter from the biting wind and avoid stepping in dog shit is not conducive to a sexy feeling, so that is why I do not feel like actually doing anything. Fifth Avenue is a warm, sexy environment but just hasn’t had the quality of girls this time (Ina never there when I’m there, and no Lucy at all). Le Coin has some nice women but of the heftier variety; don’t come here looking for sexy young slim things, which I don’t.

The tunnel which leads to Le Coin hooker bar with Justice Palace in background

Really if I can’t do anything on this trip there is not any point going all the way down to Le Coin

Really, if I can’t do anything on this trip, there is not any point going all the way down to Le Coin. Yes, after all, let me go on the way home, even if it does mean taking my big bag in with me. Today, then, just Cine Paris, 5th Avenue early, and back to wonderful Sexyworld kabins, and see who is in the early windows. Then a lovely McDonald’s before bed. The simple pleasures—but a complete thing of the past in London. Le Coin is too far to go if I know I’m not going to do anything. 150 now. Let me get drunk in 5th Avenue, check kabins, then have an early sleep. Ready to go out again after 9pm.

Funny to sit in Le Coin bar in Brussels

Funny to sit in Le Coin bar in Brussels listening to Pogues Rainy Night in Soho.

Really did nothing again today

Really did nothing again today, but I am not complaining. From Ibis bar to Orient Express to Le Coin, and then back to the hotel via the station to buy some rolls. The girls of Le Coin are ridiculous—they are all so busty and “butty”. Huge bosoms and huge bottoms. The complete opposite of the Fifth Avenue girls sadly. Then slept through to 10pm and that’s the day gone! But I am not complaining. I come out to Orient Express for a nightcap. The barmaid is amazing, just my type, short, petite, 5ft nothing but amazingly voluptuous. I could spend my life here, but unfortunately they are closing five minutes from now. Soon after I sat down she changed the football channel to a music channel (Trace), like she knows my tastes. The Orient Express is such a beautiful little bar, the posters, the pictures, the books, fake and real. The brass ornaments.

1149AM in the Ibis bar

1149AM in the Ibis bar. No point going back to Fifth today sadly; maybe try Le Coin again then walk up to Gare du Nord, and pop in to Le Coin on the way back. After returning to the hotel early yesterday evening I then slept through to 3AM, and missed the Bayern v Barca game. I hope I can catch the Real v Juve game tonight. The Ibis Stella is lovely and cold. I noticed Fifth Avenue has now got frosted glass in the windows with its opening hours displayed on it—in English. They’ve just started laying out a buffet of hot food in the Ibis bar, and it smells absolutely gorgeous. If I eat though I will not want to go out. All I think about when I travel these days is drinking, and eating. I have to make a real effort to force myself to go to the naughty places. Better to go to Gare du Nord later, when it gets dark, though not too late, this being Brussels. I discovered that using the crossing about twenty yards down the road makes crossing much less terrifying. Late in life I make these blindingly obvious discoveries. Late in life; what a thing to say. I still feel like a child. Still feel at least in my twenties as I was (just about) when I first came to Europe. Where did my life go? So many years lost to depression, and unable to face the world, and unable to cope with life. It was only in the strip clubs and brothels of Europe that I really learnt to cope with life and discovered some comfort and calmness. Then I would come back to London and be able to cope with life and work much better. I love Europe. I want Britain to be out of the EU but I love Europe. I love the countries of Europe and the people of Europe.

The decline of 5th Avenue has been rapid and severe

The decline of 5^th Avenue has been rapid and severe (the average age of the girls seems to have leapt by about 30 years). The setting is beautiful, but the girls are so poor these days (sorry to be rude but it is true). Le Coin girls are much more voluptuous and vivacious—but the environment is so poor and uncomfortable! About 20 vases of flowers can only do so much. Amazing bottle blonde on tube back to De Brouckere, blue cardigan over black mini-dress, low cut mini-dress over beautiful breasts, and light butterfly tights. Six and half hours till I start my journey to Vienna—I’m excited. Though in Vienna I will just drink till I’m sozzled and do nothing; no matter; I’m excited.

After leaving the Ibis I headed straight to 5th Avenue

After leaving the Ibis I headed straight to 5^th Avenue. Well, going down into Midi metro I ended up on the wrong platform and headed in the wrong direction on the Metro. Brussels Underground is so confusing, even for a long-time visitor like me. Came back in the right direction but the train was held up at De Brouckere as an off duty policeman apparently had his pocket or bag picked by a gang of black kids and he was pinning three of them to the wall of the train and then the platform while calling for police assistance. I got off then and walked up to 5^th through the back streets. It was as bad as my last visits, Andrea as always the pick of the bunch but even she seemed lifeless (I have often noticed this with girls I have slept with); Lorena was there but had no effect on me this time. I couldn’t wait to leave and went shopping instead! This is how bad it was! Bizarrely, the Rue des Commercants was mostly empty of girls. It was a warm spring day, I thought it would be full, but hardly any girls at all. Has Brussels succeeded in driving most of the girls out? (Or did they just duck down an alleyway when they saw me approaching?) Went to the shoe shop in Rue de Neuve instead and bought some 109 Euro boots. I stopped off in Le Coin on the way back. The same girls—they seem have less girls than 5^th, but a hard core, who are always there.  There were 2 new girls, both of them with the huge bosoms which seem to be the pre-requisite for working at Le Coin. I had 3-4 bottles of Jupiler then left, but I will be back. 5^th Avenue is poor these days, the Rue des Commercants is poor, Cine Paris I have come to hate; perhaps I will just concentrate on Ibis, Gare du Midi and Le Coin for a while!

Fifth Avenue was so bad anyway

Fifth Avenue was so bad anyway the last two visits it reminded me of the England cricket team; in a state of appalling decline. But I have to keep checking. The environment is so relaxing. Le Coin’s environment far less relaxing, but the girls I would say are much better (rougher but better).

After a lovely Irish breakfast I finally did what I’ve been promising to do for months

After a lovely Irish breakfast I finally did what I’ve been promising to do for months: get the 71 bus to the Old Masters and Fin de Siecle Museums. Then the 95 bus back to Bourse and walked down from there to Le Coin. My first impression was confirmed: the girls here are of a sexier quality than their 5^th Avenue counterparts. All the girls in Le Coin seem busty and voluptuous, their bosoms spilling out of their dresses. I would like to come here when I’m in the mood for it and try one of them. For now, though, my mood low I just had 3 bottles of Jupiler, ogled them for a while, then came back to the hotel to pick up my bag.

I need to start going to these places sober

I need to start going to these places sober, or near sober; let me try that with Le Coin tomorrow. Old Masters, Le Coin and maybe Irish O’Reilly’s breakfast to finish. 5PM. I am the only customer in the Café du Dome. I don’t even want a Brussels Grill steak, because the salad is so bland. Probably have to make do with a McDonald’s—it is cheaper at least.

I have really done nothing on this trip

I have really done nothing on this trip—Monday I went to the Dome then Fifth Avenue then back to bed. Tuesday I went to Dome then to Le Coin then back to bed. That is two days gone just like that. Le Coin is like Fifth Avenue just smaller and much less salubrious; the girls, however, I would say were a lot more promising. I just stayed for one beer as I was so drunk from the Dome but it is well worth a return visit. It is down by Lemonnier, one stop before Gare du Midi. I will see if I can do more today: I still haven’t been to Gare du Nord, or Empire or Cine Paris. I don’t know what’s wrong with me; I go to the brothels now and I don’t feel like doing anything. Fifth Avenue on Monday and Le Coin on Tuesday; two or three sexy girls but never came close to thinking about actually going to a room with any of them. I think I’m just sated with all that kind of thing now? I don’t know. I think it’s just like the weather. Sometimes it’s sunny, sometimes it’s cloudy, sometimes it rains. I cannot predict my Eros any more than I can predict the weather; just take it as it comes. I wish it would rain every day but it only does so once in a while.