So finally I was on the 1542 to Brussels and the journey was smooth, thank god. Arrived Gare du Nord 1726 and walked down to Brussels Grill for a steak, then to hotel. Not really tired so I had a couple of cans of Jupiler in my room—the lounge was packed with people!—and tried to get myself in mood to go out. It never happened. I felt no desire to go to Fifth Avenue, the quality is just not there these days/at the moment. No desire to walk up to Gare du Nord now it was so late. No desire to go that boring topless only strip club Empire. So I forced myself to Cine Paris at least, and found two god-awful films. An old 1980s American porno Tricks of the Trade with ugly actresses (and I am on record as stating American porn is the worst in the world anyway), and some rubbish French film; no Marc Dorcel films! I bemoan the exclusive diet of Marc Dorcel but when he switches to anything else they are always worse. So depressed I just returned for a McDonald’s I did not really want and could not finish, then bed.