The blue skies almost imperceptibly turning grey. The Belgian flags outside the Hotel Plaza blowing harder

The blue skies almost imperceptibly turning grey. The Belgian flags outside the Hotel Plaza blowing harder. Always the thought of having Jennifer’s breasts in my hands & my mouth will tempt me to spend that 60 euros again at Empire. In that case I am going to need EVEN MORE cash. 1157 finishing my fourth beer. Still only 1215 and on my 5th beer. Really slate grey and gloomy outside now. I like Leyla, she is very beautiful, and curvy, and sexy, but she downs those Carlsbergs like my beloved ex-wife used to down Budweisers. I even referred to her as Madame Carlsberg last night and she laughed; but it is an expensive habit she has (for me).

 

1115 On my third beer. Yes now I feel bored here in Brussels but I would sure as hell feel even more bored back in London

1115 On my third beer. Yes, now I feel bored here in Brussels but I would sure as hell feel even more bored back in London. Alternatively, draw out another 50-75, do something with Leyla; at least then I’ve some big memory from the holiday, because really I have done nothing, and returning have no memories to take home AT ALL.

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.

Don’t know what I’m going to do today. Just thinking about food really

Don’t know what I’m going to do today. Just thinking about food really. 1045 On my first beer. 127 euros to last me today and tomorrow morning. I would not be feeling down now if I had lots of money to spare.; it is only my financial situation that depresses me. Leyla did turn me on last night; that is why I don’t want to see her again today. I cannot afford to do anything—not having just spent an extra £133 on Eurostar and another £80 on my hotel. Blue skies this morning but as it did every day on this trip, rain and snow should start after 1pm or so.

Now I am miserable as hell because I did stay Friday and Saturday nights as well

Now I am miserable as hell because I did stay Friday and Saturday nights as well. That meant buying another Eurostar ticket for £133. This cheap holiday just got ruined. All because when I walked into Fifth Avenue and sat down with my first drink, there appearing in front of me was Leyla. My fate was sealed. I was too drunk to do anything, but nor did I feel I could go home on the 556 Eurostar as I was supposed to, and as I wish I had. Instead at that very time I was finishing my Brussels Grill steak and walking back to my hotel to pay another 86 euros for two more nights. At least I have not spent any money at all on my credit cards. This entire trip, hotel, trains, and spending cash has come out of my bank account only. So the slow downward movement of my credit card debt should at least continue. But depressed now. I should have gone home last night, as planned.

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And then Leyla turned up

And then Leyla turned up. First drink in Fifth Avenue, turned to sit down, and there was Leyla. So, everything changed. Could not go home as planned. Brussels Grill steak, back to hotel, for 2 more nights. And another, hideously expensive Eurostar. If only, if only, if only I’d known she’d be there, I wouldn’t have drunk so much in the hotel, and would have got there sooner. Now, too late. My steak is taking longer than ever. The restaurant is 75% empty. I am sure it shouldn’t be taking this long. 530 now. So drunk. So hungry. Still I wait for my steak. This is not right. Never waited this long before, and usually the place is busy. It is counter-intuitive but often true—the emptier the restaurant, the slower the service.

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