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The usual gorgeous slice of pizza from the station on my arrival and a roll to have later. Very pretty new blonde barmaid

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The usual gorgeous slice of pizza from the station on my arrival, and a roll to have later. Very pretty new blonde barmaid but desperately thin. If she gained another 5 stone in weight she’d be sensational. Still, still, still, I have the feeling I could even now bring Munich to some kind of life—if I tried to do something with one of the Schillerstraße girls. In my first Munich golden age I had great experiences because I was prepared to splash the cash. I never do in Munich anymore; I still wonder if—expensive as it might be, as much money as it might require—if there is SOME fly I could awake from the amber. It would be one of the small places. Not Atlantic City or Tiffany. They are too regulated and boring. The small places up the road are a little bit more “wild west” as it were. I’m talking myself into returning to Munich but I’ve ruled out any more long train journeys for a long while; just make do with Brussels only in 2017 for a long time, to save money. 2017 is going to be a year for finally TACKLING my debts. Not just keep hoping by some miracle they will come down by themselves, but actually doing something and making sacrifices to make sure it happens. I’ve already started, but it will be a while before the improvements really come through in the figures. “Stop drinking!” “Stop looking at pussy!” I hear my beloved ex-wife saying, bless her. What a truly wonderful person she quite often can be. I don’t know if it is my imagination but the Dorint Zipfer seems a fraction colder than usual.

I must admit I am curious now about what a 50 euro private dance in a place like Dolly or Candy Bar would be like

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I must admit I am curious now about what a 50 euro private dance in a place like Dolly or Candy Bar would be like; I think those girls would be quite naughty; more so than in the bigger Atlantic City or Tiffany. I will give it a go next time I stop over in Munich. Perhaps there IS some bang for your buck. Anyway, I’m stopping off in Frankfurt on my way back (presuming I don’t change it at the last minute and carry on all the way to Brussels). Not particularly cold; for December ridiculously mild. Boringly so. Maybe not particularly exciting in Munich last night, but it was titillating enough to get me in the mood for it now. A rising sense of excitement as we head towards Vienna. 0848 Still 2 hours 40 minutes to go. But a lovely quiet train (1st class would have been even better of course). My erections coming & going in a pleasantly heady, lubricious mood.

I never even remembered to go to the Sexyland kabins. Means I got through 65 euros on my one night in Munich

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I never even remembered to go to the Sexyland kabins. Means I got through 65 euros on my one night in Munich; to go with the 12 in Brussels. My Regent Hotel bedroom was like a monk’s room; in tribute to Munich’s historic past I presume. Like the room you’d put a penitent sinner in. The bed inside a wooden box. I nearly smashed my head open when my room phone rang with my wake up call at 6 this morning and I had to jump from my bed to the desk, only noticing the wooden post at the end of my bed with a split second to spare. The conductor has just pointed out to me my ticket is actually for a FIRST class seat. I remember now booking the ticket weeks in advance it was only a few euros more expensive for a 1st class seat so I thought yes, why not, let me treat myself! First time I’ve ever booked a 1st class seat and then I forget to use it. Anyway, don’t want to move now and probably find the 1st class carriages are nearly full when I get there. I stay. Idiot. I booked the ticket such a long time ago I’d forgotten all about it. I blame myself.

I wandered along Arnulfstraße looking for some other bar to have a drink in

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I wandered along Arnulfstraße looking for some other bar to have a drink in, tried a couple of hotel bars but they were small & bland, then settled down in the lovely old Hotel Wolff. Charming bar, real log fire. Atlantic City, no one took my fancy but for 15 euros and two free drinks it is not expensive to have a look. The kabins were unusable. Stuck my head in most of the “cabaret” bars in Schillerstraße—Piano Bar, Imperial, Femina, Tiffany, Dolly Bar, Broadway, Candy Bar. As always Tiffany was the only one with more than one customer or two, and as it usually is it was packed. Attractive busty blonde barmaid Nena from Serbia; big Romanian girl Gabriella. 50 euros for a private dance declined. I tried to tempt the barmaid but she laughed and said 200. Some nice girls in Dolly Bar and Candy actually; one day I will have to say yes to their 50 euro private dance and see how enjoyable (naughty) it is. If I hadn’t been on my way to Vienna I might have had a go last night. Walking back to my hotel, 2 girls standing outside the Amba Hotel, I think, next to the one red light bar in the road; they called out to me “hello!” and were both holding a bottle of beer. At first I thought they were hookers, pretty blonde Fanny and beautiful busty brunette Jenny; why else would they have said “hello!” to me? Wedding dress designers from northern Germany. I wanted them so much, especially Jenny, but after a little chat when it became obvious I was not going to get anywhere I bid them goodnight. It was them I was thinking about before I went to sleep. On the 725 train now to Vienna. It goes to the new Hauptbahnhof, not Westbahnhof. No hangover to speak of. A lovely Yorma’s roll for breakfast and I am ready for my 4 hour journey. On our way.

On the train to Munich

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On the train to Munich. Three hours 13 minutes. 625pm Aschaffenburg. ETA Munich 907. Just 2 hours 42 to go! 735. So the man who cannot asleep in planes & trains now cannot stay awake. Feel like just going straight to bed when I get to Munich, and stay there till the morning. 2018 Nuremberg town of Kaspar Hauser behind us. Ingolstadt, town of Frankenstein ahead of us; then just—Munich. 234 km per hour. 249. 254. 258. I think we are going to take off soon. Frohe Weihnachten! I’ve been travelling for exactly 12½ hours so far, since I left work in London this morning. Just 1 more hour to go. I am almost delirious with tiredness.

Yes I always say Munich never again—but it is OK when I am just stopping off for a night on the way to Vienna

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Yes, I always say Munich never again—but it is OK when I am just stopping off for a night on the way to Vienna. Gives me an excuse to pop into my old haunts of Atlantic City…well, just Atlantic City really; and Sexyland kabins. The other clubs in Schillerstraße are all rip off hostess bars; not clip joints in the worst Soho/Pigalle tradition, as all prices are advertised honestly, but nothing happening except to buy the girls expensive drinks for nothing in return (?). 13 years ago when I first started going to the Schillerstraße clubs I think they were a little more relaxed, and you could squeeze SOME naughtiness out of the girl; not sure any of that is possible now.

Yes so the “northern route” to Berlin I think is over for me

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Yes, so, the “northern route” to Berlin I think is over for me. I see no reason to ever go back there, now Stuttgarter Platz’s golden age is over. So the only route that remains is the “southern route”—Brussels to Munich to Vienna. Second beer gone. 925pm. I expect nothing from Intime or the Reves or the Livourne places, except real rip off expensive hostess bars, a fortune just to buy a girl a drink. Another reason why Fifth Avenue is so wonderful (despite the sad dearth of quality girls); if you want to buy a girl a drink it is normal prices, same for them as for you. Munich died for me when they put private dances up from 25 euros to 50 euros, whenever that happened. And it is funny how it is uniform across every club you go to—in every club it was 25, now in every club it’s 50. It is almost like the city government sets the price for private dances—is that the case? Part of the licencing stipulations (stripulations)? If one club was allowed to undercut the others they would do roaring trade but they do not. One can only presume they are not allowed to. A far cry from the glory days back in 2003, 2004, when Patricia let me get my man out and put some kitchen roll over her breasts to catch the result. Don’t think that kind of thing would happen now. The emasculation-sterilisation-castration of old male Europe continues. The human race will die out eventually; that is the end result of damming up men’s juices in this way. Kind of like where they burn books they will eventually burn people. Where they ban masturbation/pornography/stripclubs they will ban sex. Then the feminazis and the Islamists will be happy. For god’s sake Europe, stand up for your old Priapic rights! One fears it is too late, the tide is already irreversible.

Soho is dead now for me, of course; as is Berlin. As is Munich

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Soho is dead now for me, of course; as is Berlin. As is Munich. Just Brussels and Vienna left. Brussels once a month and Vienna twice a year perhaps. I’ve learnt getting the Megabus to Brussels IS a viable and not TOO painful option (for just £20 or so!); but no way would I get the coach back—waiting in the freezing cold outside Gare du Nord station at 1am for a bus that may never be turning up, and if it does no idea if it is full up with screaming teenagers or football hooligans.

I feel so at home in the Max Hotel. I really could live here

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I feel so at home in the Max Hotel. I really could live here. If I was able to do that, I would be a happy man. Sadly, I do have to work in London—in a very lovely job. And yes the Cine Paris films have been crap again, the street girls have been crap again, the 5th Avenue girls are really crap, the Empire dancers are really crap—but it doesn’t matter; it is enough that these places exist. Finding the occasional diamond in these places is worth the wait. There was AMAZING quality in the Nuremberg windows and laufhauses and I did nothing with any of them. It is about finding places I feel comfortable, and I have that in Brussels. I will wait for the odd diamond to come to the surface; hopefully one day soon these jihadist losers will fade away and Brussels can really start to bloom & blossom again (erotically speaking). Berlin for me is dead, erotically speaking. When Stuttgarter Platz was wiped out, then for me Berlin was wiped out. The memories from those nights in Hanky Panky, Mon Cheri and Golden Gate in particular are so strong, so glorious. Munich for me is dead, erotically speaking, nothing on offer except 50 euro private dances! Waste of time and money. And Nuremberg I don’t think I will return to. So that leaves Brussels and Vienna. And from this week’s experience NOTE TO SELF—no more long train journeys in summer. So Brussels only for summer. Vienna can wait for winter.

Berg 5 Altenberg Songs, Salamati, Udo & Jenny Jürgens. Lily Wood, Chakachas. Belgium, Germany and Austria feel like home to me now

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Berg 5 Altenberg Songs, Salamati, Udo & Jenny Jürgens. Lily Wood, Chakachas. Belgium, Germany and Austria feel like home to me now, I have been here so many times, and had just about all of the highest nights of my life here. London is just the place I work. Since the closure of Carnival Strip 1997, Astral Cinema 1998, Sunset Cinema 2009, Soho Cinema 2013, and then finally the Flying Scotsman 2015, this is certainly true. Berlin feels less of a home since the closure of Mon Cheri etc. Brussels feels less of a home since the closure of Cine ABC, and California. Vienna feels less of a home since the closure of Pour Platin (2010) and loss of floozies from Fortuna Kino (2015). Munich feels less of a home since private dances went up to a ridiculous 50 euros.

Beer, pornography & prostitution—the greatest things in life. My 3 drugs. My 3 opiums

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Beer, pornography & prostitution—the greatest things in life. My 3 drugs. My 3 opiums. I travel to indulge the opiums. Already in Soho (since my career in infamy began in 1992) I have lost Carnival Strip Club, Astral Cinema, Sunset Cinema, Soho Cinema, Boulevard Striptease, Pleasure Lounge & Peep Show, 50% of the “French models” flats; in Berlin almost all of Stuttgarter Platz, Chocolat, Hanky Panky/Stutti Frutti, Mon Cheri, Golden Gate, Starlight, Night Dreams, Blue Bananas, Cascade Sex Kino all gone; in Vienna Pour Platin, where I lost my Vienna virginity. Not just closed, but knocked down, razed to the ground, an empty hole in the Gurtel like a missing tooth. It is like someone is deliberately going after all the places that have given me erotic pleasure, illicit thrills, sleazy pleasure, and closing them down one by one to leave me with NOWHERE left to go. Last year, I lost Fortuna Kino in Vienna and Flying Scotsman in London; this year I am sure WSK in Vienna and the street girls of Brussels Rue des Commercants. This is why I want to travel more & more, faster & faster. You may wonder why I have never gone to the most famous red light districts, of Amsterdam and Hamburg, even Antwerp; but I am a creature of habit. Brussels, Munich, Vienna and Berlin are my homes. Well, Munich is over for me, and in fact I am more likely to go to Nuremberg, and Berlin feels pretty much over as well, with the 90% loss of Stuttgarter Platz. When I see strip clubs and night bars close down, I feel sad. Normal, respectable establishments make me feel so depressed. I do indeed have a mind completely bitten by the serpent of sex, and I cannot understand why everyone is not like me. But, it has to be sex without emotion, sex without “relationship”. Pure priapic, erotic rampancy. Sex for the pleasure of sex, sex for the visual pleasure of sex. Sex as just hands on pornography. I am really phobic to emotions. Only one woman has ever got through my defences, and remains “behind my defences” (in a kind of perpetual offside position).

So Monday night in Munich and I’m in bed by 930pm

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So Monday night in Munich and I’m in bed by 930pm, ready and eager to sleep. As always at the end I just want to get home. My mojo has gone. The excitement of the outward journey has gone, so I might as well be home as fast as possible. I went in Atlantic City to use up the money I had left on my bonus card but did not spend 15 euros to go in for the dancers; that says it all. I also used up the money left on an old bonus card in Sexyland so apart from 4 pints in Café Schiller and the two rolls & two pizzas on my way back that is all I spent in Munich. I hope I make my connection and have time in Brussels to try one more girl—either Dominican Republic or black ponytail, before I finally head for home. Still, cannot believe here I am in Schillerstraβe, Munich, and in bed by 930pm.
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Hotel Monaco Munich

Not really enjoying this Späten beer in the Sports Café next to Atlantic City

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Not really enjoying this Späten beer in the Sports Café next to Atlantic City. Nothing wrong with the beer, just the feeling this holiday is already over with two days still to go. It really ended Saturday night, and I won’t be home till late Tuesday night. Ah, Blondie Heart of Glass. If I do go to Atlantic City I will just try to lose myself in the music and the beer, and try to brush off the endless hustling as best I can. Private dancing—the death of strip clubs.

I really don’t want to go back to Atlantic City tonight

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I really don’t want to go back to Atlantic City tonight; but for just 15 euros which includes 2 free drinks, it is really not expensive to see some naked bosoms at least, though I find the stage show utterly involving (and I find any strip club where the girls keep their knickers on quite absurd). Hard to believe this place gave me some of the highest nights of my life. It excited me so much back in 2003, 2004. A lot of things excited me back in those days; before I fell in love with my wife. After that nothing really excited me again (except her, of course).
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0914 St Valentin. 1 hour 18 minutes gone. 3 more hours to Wörgl

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0914 St Valentin. 1 hour 18 minutes gone. 3 more hours to Wörgl. A clear blue morning, not a cloud in the sky. Nothing to do in Munich except have a few beers in—where? No desire to return to Rechthaler Hof (and how sad it makes me to say that) but where else is there?—then spend an hour or two in the luscious kabins of Sexyland. Then to find an internet café somewhere, if my hotel does not have a computer for guest use (I cannot even remember which hotel I booked. Somewhere in Schillerstraße, but there’s quite a lot of hotels in Schillerstraße!). Memories of the holiday: the voluptuous Dominican Republic Lucy in Fifth Avenue. Discovering the Dorint DOES have music channel. Discovering Trekki in WSK. The 4 sexy girls in Manhattan. 0928 Linz. Three hours to Wörgl. “The feeling of plenitude, of power which seeks to overflow, the happiness of high tension”. Nietzsche’s Beyond Good & Evil is my companion on this long train journey back to Munich. 0942 Wels. 1000 Attnang-Puchheim. 2½ hours to Wörgl. 1006 Vöklabruck. I always feel down when I come to the end of a holiday: tense and scared of the amount of money I have spent. I should be happy, I have a night to spend in Munich and (perhaps) a night to spend in Brussels (only if I can find somewhere to stay). Back in Munich there is nothing for me anymore. Atlantic City is poor but the other places are even worse. At least in Atlantic City there is some dancing to watch by normal curvy women (not the giraffes and stick insects of Bad Angel and Black Boxxx), but even Atlantic City is poor: I do not want to ever again go to a strip club where the girls do not take their knickers off. I do not ever again want to stay in a city where there is not sex for sale. A man needs meat. A man must let off steam. At least Munich has the best videokabin selection I have ever found in Sexyland.

During my long vigil on platform 11 waiting for the Wörgl train

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During my long vigil on platform 11 waiting for the Wörgl train, amazed at the number of nubile young German girls heading to & from the trains. Innumerable. Later a DB employee came and told me my train was in fact leaving from platform 13, otherwise I’d probably have missed it. But apart from that, and the beautiful hotel receptionist and barmaid, I did not see any really beautiful girls in Munich. Nothing to compare with Brussels where they come thick & fast, in a manner of speaking, as would I, given half a chance.

Only leaving my hotel this morning did I realise that Boobs Gentleman’s Club is in the same street

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Only leaving my hotel this morning did I realise that Boobs Gentleman’s Club is in the same street as my hotel. A more upmarket and expensive place than the Schillerstraße clubs I expect. I did see a few groups of Syrian-looking men at the station, and the area by the side has been fenced off as a kind of reception centre but that is all. Just a longer journey to Vienna than expected though. I have to stay in Munich again Monday night. Better to just save my money for the Sexyworld kabins and not waste any anywhere else in Munich.

Into Bad Angel and as expected from my previous visit all the girls are supermodel thin

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Into Bad Angel, and as expected from my previous visit, all the girls are supermodel thin and one or two hideous boob jobs as well. Just two customers (Atlantic City was busy with men), but they looked like rich Americans who were literally showering the girls with banknotes. I left without finishing my free beer (20 euros to get in with one free beer). Up the road into Piano Lounge. Small place, free to get in but 7 euros for a beer. The girls come to you and try to sell you the usual 50 euro private dance. It seems crazy they cannot offer you dances for cheaper; are they really not allowed? Again I left without finishing my beer. Into Tiffany. Six girls but no customers at all. I turned around and left. By now I couldn’t be bothered with any of the other places, so just went to Sexyworld and enjoyed the videokabins, the best I have ever been to. An enormous range of big breast films. Home via the station grabbing a couple of rolls then sleep.

Munich was crossed off my list a long time ago and this stay has just put a 4th or 5th line through it

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Munich was crossed off my list a long time ago and this stay has just put a 4th or 5th line through it. I was shocked at the number of girls in Atlantic City, I counted 15 which was a lot in that small space. There were a lot of good-looking girls, to be honest. Atlantic City has real curves, bosoms & bottoms, but for a ridiculous 50 euros private dances are out of the question. The girls were still very busy giving them. In Munich there is nothing better on offer so men prepared to pay I suppose. Every club charges the same, so it must be a price set by the authorities one would have thought. Back in 2003/4 they were 25 euros and that was cheap enough to tempt you to have 1 or 2 or 3, but at 50 euros I won’t even have one. Still 15 euros to get in with two free drinks. The kabins were poor, a very small selection of films.

Oh how exciting I am on a train to Bologna, Italy

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Oh how exciting, I am on a train to Bologna, Italy. My 0624 to Wien was cancelled, because of the refugee situation, so they have put me on the 0738 to Bologna, changing at 0842 at Wörgl for the train to Vienna. I feel a frisson of excitement at being on a train to Italy, and the temptation is to just stay on it. I get on this train and find 99% of the seats are already reserved “Munich to Wörgl”, so it seems everybody else on the Vienna train knew about the cancellation in advance and had already switched their reservations. Why didn’t I know? Perhaps because I bought my ticket so far in advance, before the police closed the border on that line.
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Just thinking about taking my love to the Neue Pinakothek and showing her Die Sünde

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Just thinking about taking my love to the Neue Pinakothek and showing her Die Sünde, and incredibly there are tears in my eyes as I think about showing her THAT picture. How can a PAINTING bring tears to your eyes, have this much of an effect on you? I saw it first at a particular time in my life, and it knocked me for six. I just literally wiped a tear off my cheek.
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Opposite the hotel I see a Café Central. Oh Jesus it’s just occurred to me

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Opposite the hotel, I see a Café Central. Oh Jesus, it’s just occurred to me, they are going to go on a trawl of all the strip clubs and girlie bars of Schillerstraße aren’t they? Actually, that is quite good, as it means I will not be the only man when I walk in as I usually am, and they can take all the girls’ attention away from me. I should actually FOLLOW them from club to club! They can be my cover! They are putting a bet on tonight’s Scotland v Poland Euro qualifying match: a 6-5 win for Scotland. They are all ordering pizza on the ipad on the bar; this place is going to reek of mouthwatering pizza any minute now; yet another reason to move on, even with just one beer inside me. How atmospheric the old Ibis bars used to be. There was no need to change. It wasn’t broken, they should not have fixed it. It is broken now.

As always the eternal mystery and regret that the Ibis ripped out all their beautiful atmospheric old dark wood bars

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As always, the eternal mystery and regret that the Ibis ripped out all their beautiful, atmospheric old dark wood bars and replaced them with the cold, hard, modernist mediocrities. The bars are now a place you want to get out of as fast as possible. Their stools are appalling; so hard to get onto even. Designed for their look and not for comfort, like everything else about the bar. The beer, Maxlrainer, is quite unpleasant, and not even really cold. As I suspected, the sexy little barmaid from earlier has left, replaced by a dour unsmiling black man. The reception staff also gone too. Now the dilemma: do I stay at this hotel on the way back next week, just to see that sexy little barmaid again, or try one of those cheap (relatively) hotels in Schillerstraβe? Oh no, a bunch of 6 or 8 Scottish lads have just entered the bar. Oh god the groom’s just arrived, dressed in a Bride to Be sash. My luck, a Scottish stag party arrive in the bar, just at the same time as me.

3pm. Munich hotel. The newly refurbished Rechthaler Hof was a disappointment

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3pm. Munich hotel. The newly refurbished Rechthaler Hof was a disappointment. The ladies in dirndls are gone, just one man instead. When I asked for a rostbraten he didn’t even ask how I wanted it done. Smaller portions than they used to give and no salad with it. Mediocre (and too pink). Späten beer has been replaced by Ayinger. Bright inside. One nice touch is a square of stained glass hanging between seating sections. Three women receptionists at reception, and a gorgeous-bottomed little barmaid. Try to nap as Munich is waste of time during the day. No music on TV of course.

Well that is the first hurdle cleared

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Well that is the first hurdle cleared, in to Munich dead on time, and now on my train to Frankfurt. 3 hours 13 minutes. I have gone through my bag, taking everything out and I really don’t have my Eurostar tickets. Someone either took them from my coat pocket when my coat was hanging up, possibly in the Café Westend, or else I put them down somewhere in my hotel room, and somehow left them behind—in the newspapers I left on the desk, or in a bin, or down the side of the bed. Surely they can just issue me another one, can’t they?

2003-2004 was a magical time in my life

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2003-2004 was a magical time in my life. The three trips to Munich followed by three trips to Berlin are legends of my life. I was innocent then so my sensations were stronger. The magic had seemed to have gone already by 2005 and the at the start of 2006 I fell in love with …… and stopped travelling for five years. In those five years, behind my back, everything happened. Music channels disappeared from all the TVs, Stuttgarter Platz in Berlin was wiped out, including Hanky Panky/Mon Cheri where I lost my Berlin virginity; the Gurtel in Vienna was wiped out, including Pour Platin where I lost my Vienna virginity. Now newly single I resume travelling and find a very different landscape. And yet, on the other side of the coin, I have discovered so many new places I never even knew about before: the fantastic porn kinos of Vienna, WSK and Fortuna being the best examples. Fifth Avenue and Le Coin and Ciné Paris in Brussels (Ciné ABC too was a new discovery but that already has gone).

The Dome café is busier this lunchtime than I have ever known it

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The Dome café is busier this lunchtime than I have ever known it. Several tables full of people. Now for me there is always a place to be in Brussels; always a place to be in Vienna. Munich I’m afraid has gone. Next week we will see how I feel about Berlin—I have the feeling this is Berlin’s last chance. In Brussels I just feel I am being held in wonderful suspension—pleasurable suspension. This is what I crave. In London I feel suicidally bored. Now in Munich I feel suicidally bored. In Brussels and Vienna I feel held in a pleasurable suspension; Berlin, we shall see.

I have discovered Munich really is over for me

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I have discovered Munich really is over for me. Why pay all that money for so little in return, when you can get so much for so comparatively little in Brussels, Vienna and Berlin. The fact my beloved Rechthaler Hof was closed for 2 months for refurbishment just reinforced that view and made it much much starker. Rechthaler Hof was so much the best thing about Munich for me. This is what it is when a gentleman gets old perhaps: he prefers food over everything else. Sex slips much further down the agenda. Another reason why are you are fatter when you are old than when you are young.