I am loving my travel music I put on my phone. Sounds good. Really looking forward to Vienna now. Be nice to stay in InterCity Munich this time, those incredible memories of the porn films I tricked the TV into playing for me. That one in the Algerian night time town, that black eyed black dressed bitch, fucking all over town, against statues, trees, on roofs, the best porn I ever saw. Wish I knew what it was. Great memories from the first golden age of travel.
2014 saw the start of a second golden age, older and wiser, and less easily impressed but there was still Fortuna Blonde, Amanda WSK, Julia 5th, Andrea 5th, Beatrice, Nora, et al. Eva at Dorint, Night Porter
hotel and cafe, Bad Timing
Oh it is meant to start raining by 5pm! In the middle of Soho, and it’s meant to start raining heavy soon, how I would have loved this in the old days, in the naughty nineties. Instead straight home I expect, back at work Sunday, stay home Bank Holiday Monday I expect.
In the old days when I had more fire in my belly, I would have left work at 730pm and gone straight to Sunset Strip, then Carnival Strip, then Astral Cinema or Sunset Cinema, then finished the night with a “French model”. Well Sunset Strip is an over-staffed hustling shithole now, and Carnival and Astral and Sunset are long gone, and there are only a handful of models left and I won’t be at all in the mood even if I go.
No desire at all to go to ——–, but a real desire to jump on a train to Brussels. To go to Cine Paris, and Rue des Commercants, and Fifth Avenue, and Gare du Nord kabins & windows. And that pizza and ham & egg rolls! I really do want to save myself for Brussels and Munich and Vienna now. I live for travel, same as ever. In London there is nothing for me.