An uneventful Monday in Brussels

An uneventful Monday in Brussels. Two rubbish films in Cine Paris, to Fifth Avenue by 5ish, Maria looked great in tight as hell purple jumper and black jeans; and incredible wasp waist. I never realised what a tiny waist she had! The voluptuous bottom & thighs quite distracts from it. Her sister, too, looked magnificent in tight black jumper. I then now realised, what huge bosoms she actually has. Two of the South Sea Islanders came in, but not the one I liked the most and–that was it. I tried to drink more to get myself in the mood to do something but then I realised the more I drank the more I felt certain I would NOT do anything, so then I suddenly stopped drinking, tipped what I had left down the urinal, and came back for a delicious Brussels Grill steak (passing the stunning huge-knockered Carrefour girl of course), then bed. Today I planned to get the train to Amsterdam for just a day trip but when I saw it would cost me more than 100 euros I bailed out. Can go direct on Eurostar next time I travel.

The Menzelstraße peepshow was miserable

The Menzelstraße peepshow was miserable, but next to it was a shoe shop which had so many boots which I thought —– would like, and that is what I am excited about returning to. Doesn’t that show how I am changing? I get more pleasure out of doing something that might make —– pleased than anything else; than any of my old delights. I remember in February 2005 when I went to Vienna in thick snow, and I walked down the Gurtel from top to bottom, and there were so many places to go into (all rubbish but still), one after the other, till I finally settled in Pour Platin and Maria. But now, have they all gone? It seems like. It really does. Or maybe I am not going far enough up. This is how the ice retreats, until there is almost none left.