I would like to go back to the Bad Timing apartment of Milena (now just a massive hole—thanks to a monstrous act of sacrilege. Would you just toss the Mona Lisa into a skip? Bad Timing is a work of art of similar magnitude), as it is the black heart of Vienna for me. Why not today? No, let me concentrate on the night bars for today. And I would like to go back to the Night Porter hotel and café, the other black heart of Vienna for me. Not even thinking about The Third Man sites. Vienna means so much to me. It colonised my mind and soul at such a young age and will never lose its grip. Cinema mainly, it would appear. If I concentrate on the night bars today, then let me do the cultural things tomorrow. For today, nothing but drink, eat, sleep. PERHAPS Burggasse Peep. Oh I’m supposed to be looking at the Christmas lights in the Ring aren’t I! If there are any. Tomorrow for that. I could happily live in Vienna.
This Asian barmaid is the best thing to have happened at the Dorint in a very long time. I am attracted to her. I might even just stay here drinking as long as she is around, then go to the station, stuff myself with food—pizza & roll & Subway then come back and sleep till tonight. Leave Belvedere and Burggasse Peep till last day tomorrow. I have been to the art museums of Vienna so many times, but Belvedere has so many treasures it is always a pleasure to go back—Richard Gerstl’s Laughing Self Portrait among the most important pictures of my whole life, Makart’s Five Senses (oh Klimt’s The Kiss is there of course but this has always left me cold. Vienna’s Mona Lisa it is not, for me. The Gerstl Laughing Self Portrait takes that crown for me). 120. How fantastic it is to go to a porn cinema in Europe, and sit there in the lobby, at the bar, and calmly unzip my trousers and get my cock out, and have one of the girls calmly wanking me in front of everyone. This is the glory of Europe. EU, no. Europe yes. And what harm does it do to ANYONE if some floozie in a Vienna porn kino manually pleasures me? Of course none. Yet still, it is forbidden in so many places. Can you imagine what that —- Paul Convery would do about this. Priggish —-. Please, please, do not let the prigs win.
I don’t know, this new bargirl might be more Vietnamese than Mongolian, but she is gorgeous. The typical beautiful Asian features but a real curvaceousness to her body as well. Ah if only she could behind the bar more often. At least I got her to serve me this second beer. A great addition to the Dorint team.
So let me try to recap events of yesterday. Well, quite simply, WSK, Café Westend, bed. Slept right through till 4.50 in the morning! So, so much for my plan of going back out at night for the night bars. WSK. Three eminently naughty looking women in the lobby; just ONE customer in the cinema, and he left soon after as well. I allowed Mongolian Anita and big blonde Austrian Christina to perform hand massage on me (pointless of course, without resolution, as I was so benumbed by drink) but the films were pretty rubbish. After that I sat at the bar drinking Gösser, bought Anita the Mongolian a beer too, and she sat with me at the bar openly wanking me in front of everyone. I bought Christina a drink too and she came up and joined in the wanking. A very pleasant time. I encouraged Anita to spit on my cock to lubricate and she happily did so. Like I say, when I travel it is like I am starring in my own porn film. We don’t have any porn cinemas left in London, and even if we did no way that kind of thing would be possible! This is why I travel. Back to Café West End after 7pm, and surprised to find it so empty. A customarily gorgeous Alt Wiener Zwiebelrostbraten (with no drink) then back to bed.
After 3 bottles of Gösser in the room, back in the Dorint bar for my first Zipfer. The little Vietnamese barmaid greeted me “Grüß Gott! Grosses bier?” and the other barmaid laughed. They remember me well! Always the eternal question: why? Why serve peanuts with a spoon? If I actually USED the spoon, and ate my peanuts with the spoon people would look at me like I was a fucking retard, and I am not. I am not. Lots of people eating in the other end of the restaurant; maybe part of a conference event. Gorgeous Mongolian-looking barmaid/waitress serving them, wish she would stay behind the bar! I will speak more about Mongolians presently.