So 932 on my last beer in the Max lounge before my taxi back to Midi for the train home. So no I did nothing naughty again on this trip to Brussels

So 932 on my last beer in the Max lounge before my taxi back to Midi for the train home. So, no I did nothing naughty again on this trip to Brussels (third time in a row?). Did not even make my pilgrimages to Baudelaire or Lady Richmond. A short stay in Cine Paris, two quite good films, and in a state of great arousal to Fifth Avenue. Plenty of girls there today, some old faces, some new faces; one curvy new Brazilian with black hair the pick of them. I decided to stay there till I was drunk enough to feel wild enough to do something. In the end I eventually left and came back for a pizza, then out like a light—till 138 in the morning.

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1120 I arrive in the Max Hotel lounge on my second (and last) day. So as usual yesterday was really ruined by drink

1120 I arrive in the Max Hotel lounge on my second (and last) day. So as usual yesterday was really ruined by drink—to be precise by starting drinking too early (630am!) and getting to Fifth Avenue too early (130?). I hung on as long as I could hoping someone good would come in but they didn’t, then I grabbed a ridiculously large pizza on the way back to the hotel and that was it; out like a light to 8pm or so. Then the hangover made me just not want to move. Mentally I was trying to force myself to go back for a late session at Fifth, then a late session at Cine Paris before they closed, before on to Empire, but I just lay in bed watching the Real Madrid v Bayern Munich game and when I did force myself to Cine Paris at 1025 he told me they were already closed (he too was watching the game). Straight to Empire, just 4 ordinary girls and only ONE other customer, and crucially no Jennifer. Struggled to finish my one beer then came back to bed. A less than thrilling day in Brussels then but at least it was relatively cheap, though I seem to have got through nearly 90 euros.

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So again I did nothing. Left 5th Avenue, grabbed a pizza, hotel, sleep. Now at half midnight I try to wake up with a Red Bull

So again I did nothing. Left 5th Avenue, grabbed a pizza, hotel, sleep. Now at half midnight I try to wake up with a Red Bull. Let me get to Empire as fast as possible. Get it over with, then I can get back to hotel and sleep really late this morning. Then tomorrow afternoon head straight up to Gare du Nord.

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This is ridiculous. 830 in the morning and I’m starting on my first beer

This is ridiculous. 830 in the morning, and I’m starting on my first beer. By the time O’Reilly’s opens at 11 I’ll already be half-slaughtered. Anyway, if I get drunk quick, I will be back in bed early afternoon, sleep, then up and it will still be quite early evening—time to go out again to 5th and Empire. 950 and on my 4th beer already. So again I slept through Sunday and missed the “Spectacle Live” at Cine Paris. What did I do Sunday? After several beers here in the hotel, had one in Café Jimmy and two more in Diamant—the street scene was as poor as you would expect on a Sunday lunchtime. To an empty Fifth Avenue for one more; to Brussels Grill for a lovely steak, back to Cine Paris around 4 but with no sign of “spectacle live”, to Domino’s Pizza, back to bed, sleep. Woke around 9 and forced myself out to Cine Paris to see if I could catch the “spectacle live” but it had obviously already finished. I just came back to hotel and went back to sleep; till 6am this morning. 5th beer.

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I bought a Domino’s Pizza and came back to the hotel with it then passed out

I bought a Domino’s Pizza and came back to the hotel with it then passed out. After 30 hours without sleep it is no surprise I slept right through the night (my usual appalling bout of indigestion apart, the bane of my life) and here I am 11am in the morning with a couple of hours to kill before my train to Nuremberg. A blazing blue-skied morning. Not a cloud in the sky.