410PM Pretty sure I’m the only customer in the Dome and have been for quite a long time. Mystifies me a bit—it’s a lovely place to hang out in

410PM Pretty sure I’m the only customer in the Dome, and have been for quite a long time. Mystifies me a bit—it’s a lovely place to hang out in, and chill, drink, smoke, chat, whatever. If it called itself a Caffe Nero or Starbucks or Costa it would probably be packed all the time. Berenice again I’m Proud—Brussels 2001. Ur. Joe Dassin again; I really need to put more songs on my phone but I’m very selective, and there are very few songs that mean a lot to me at any particular time. 414 and my train leaves 556; surely time for one more? OK 415 I’m going for my 6th. So well done, I’ve avoided Le Coin, AND Brussels Grill (as well as Cine Paris and Fifth), and the shoe shops as well. So finally we are here! Adieu Bruxelles! Adieu mes jeunes filles! Bonjour tristesse! Bonjour darkness my old friend! 717135187231889480_00380_1920cbruxelles (1)bruxelles (106)

 

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After my Brussels Grill steak I waddled back to the hotel and it was now just after 6 and I thought I would force myself back to Cine Paris

After my Brussels Grill steak, I waddled back to the hotel and it was now just after 6, and I thought I would force myself back to Cine Paris. The same good film as earlier My Daughter in Law is a Whore (followed by Jessie, PA which I kept missing); upstairs film looked rubbish. I forced myself to have one more can of Jupiler but struggled to finish it, so knew it was time to call it a day. The cinema manager was becoming very surly with me by now as well, refusing to give me change when I bought my beer. Obviously, I couldn’t understand what his objection was as he steadfastly refuses to speak the Queen’s English so I just let it go. And now it is 11am I have to check out, and, alas, go home. My Eurostar home is not till 556! I will probably take up the 30 euros offer of a late check out till 2—the upper limit without paying for a whole extra night. I don’t want to go back to Coin now—I don’t like to go too crazy and get too drunk before my homeward journey, so I try to stay within my limits. I only have 50 euros left as well!ma_belle_fille_est_une_putain_recto

Yes I tell myself please please go to these places like Fifth Avenue sober for a change so for once I can actually feel something when I have sex

Yes, I tell myself please please go to these places like Fifth Avenue sober for a change, so for once I can actually feel something when I have sex; but it is only when I feel really wild with drink that I want to do anything with them, and it is in the WILDNESS that I get my high. I need to feel that wildness, otherwise there is no point. So I will go on having numb, zero-sensation sex with no ejaculation. How incredibly happy I feel in the rain. Coming out of Cine Paris the first spots of rain started to fall on my head. My spirits soared immediately. Alas, it only lasted for a minute or so and by the time I got here to Fifth Avenue it had already stopped, and blue skies come out. Two rubbish films in Cine Paris. I bemoaned the constant diet of Dorcel films but when he shows something different they are always worse.

Auto-Ecole was on upstairs with Premiere Orgie pour ma Femme

Auto-Ecole was on upstairs with Premiere Orgie pour ma Femme—I just caught the first & last scenes of this one and both were very good indeed. Downstairs had a rather poor film that had been running for a couple of days, and Anissa & Lola à l’école d’infirmières, which also had a couple of absolutely fantastic scenes. Towards the end the film jammed, as luck would have it, as when this happens the manager puts in a completely new film—this one the very good Marc Dorcel airline film. By the time I left my cock was red raw and pretty numb. I didn’t get to the end of the airline film, and I would have liked to have watched Premiere Orgie again to see all the scenes I missed last time—in fact it is only 8:20; I do still have 2 hours to go back before they close! But no I cannot be bothered now. I am in that down, depressed, end of trip mood; depressed and subdued by the massive expenditure, so much more than I expected.

Always a bad sign when you can’t get an erection in a porn cinema

Always a bad sign when you can’t get an erection in a porn cinema. The predatory perverts following me from seat to seat, upstairs & downstairs, always just standing next to the seat I’m sitting in, a really great nuisance. Fuck off. A good film too, La Journaliste, until it kept stopping and I complained to the manager and then he changed it to boring Footballers’ Wives again! As if 4 days of that wasn’t enough! Wish I had kept quiet. Upstairs was The Education of a Young Maid, ok, but not great. How much Anna Polina now reminds me of ——-. Some great music channel in Jimmy but all in Cyrillic script so I don’t know the name of the songs. Cheers. I need to learn Cyrillic script.