So my only temptations on this trip have been Emily twice, Inna once and Perrie girl once. All day Sunday and Monday left and a few hours Tuesday afternoon. Rue d’Aerschot did not inspire me, not surprising in this cold, dank weather (apart from that dazzling barmaid in the Dream Bar opposite La Derniere Minute) so I doubt I will bother with that again. Still I wait in vain for any spark to bring me to erotic life. Oh, another loss I noticed—the wonderful Cine Paris mural above the stairs has gone! And there has been NO Jean Rollin vampire movies on my Action TV channel at nights! What with the loss of the little chip shop and of the Gascogne, that is quite a roll call on this trip. That old Paradise peep place & kabins is now a café called Quarto, with lots of one-armed bandit machines by the look of it. Sad. After 2 days of really doing nothing of any note whatsoever I’m already down to my last 190 euros (from starting 340). 1013 Sunday morning. O’Reilly’s opens at 11 I think, if I want to try an Irish Breakfast—hopefully they are still fit to open after last night’s Moroccan “riot” in the Bourse area right outside their front door. But no, let me not say what I MIGHT do. Only what I DO do.
Seem to have got through 70 euros on my first day in Brussels, even though I did virtually nothing, taxi 15, pizza 12, beer in Fifth 18, plus various other cans of beer. It turns out McDonald’s does not open till 9AM every day; will probably give it a miss now, and save myself for a Brussels Grill steak later. 1102 now. On my first beer. Very cold today. I don’t think for one moment I’ll be tempted to do anything with any of the Rue d’Aerschot window girls, in this inhospitable environment.
My god, there are some busty girls in the Rue d’Aerschot. But none enough to lure me in. Completely unaroused in the Cine Paris, though the films up & downstairs were probably the same as yesterday, just different scenes, not even the slightest swelling. And the Red Devil bar at the end of Rue d’Aerschot has not got Jupiler on tap today, so I had to buy a bottle; another sign of the rubbishness of this holiday. I see little chance of it picking up. My mojo is low to non-existent. Anyway, the Red Devil has quality urinals, which is the main reason I wanted to come in here. 220 still ridiculously early, I will have another beer or 2 in the bars further down the road, then head back to Fifth. Before 4 probably, but at least a better, more propitious time than yesterday. Honestly, though, no desire for anything except continued drinking, lovely food to finish the day then bed. Final little session in Cine Paris perhaps and walk around Rue des Cendres and Rue de la Blanchisserie, but no desire for anything more.