In January to September alone I have spent £2,242 on strippers and that does not include all the beer I consume while doing it

In January to September alone I have spent £2,242 on strippers, and that does not include all the beer I consume while doing it, all the drinks I bought for them & bar staff. STOPPING going to strip pubs for rest of year will make a massive difference. That is the turning point. THAT is only thing that will bring my credit card debt down, bring my credit card minimum payments down. Just think that £2,242 I had not spent on strippers I could have spent in Vienna and Brussels! Much better use of the money. That £234 I spent in —– last week alone could have gone on paying off my cards, and been used as spending money in Brussels and Vienna. That is the incentive. I am doing well, in August I reduced my credit card debt by £74 and in September by a further £240. Without —— I can be reducing it by almost £500 a MONTH. That is reducing my credit card debt by a THOUSAND POUNDS every two months, potentially. The prize is there, and it is attainable. The low lying fruit is there.

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So this curiously sexless sojourn in Brussels nears its end. Not feeling in the mood for anything naughty at any point

So this curiously sexless sojourn in Brussels nears its end. Not feeling in the mood for anything naughty at any point. Maybe too anaesthetised with lovely ice cold watery Jupiler beer; maybe too many things to do back at home making me anxious to be back and get on with them; I don’t know. A brief stop in Cine Paris, then up to Rue d’Aerschot—Mariana the pick of the windows again. Her bosoms are extraordinary. But even with her I did not feel at all tempted to stay. A Brussels Grill Steak then back to bed. 8pm now, and I try to prepare to go out again.

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The second beer went down quickly; I’m on to the 33cl cans now. That first 50cl can from the shop took forever

The second beer went down quickly; I’m on to the 33cl cans now. That first 50cl can from the shop took forever; but the big cans are 1,50 in the shop and the small cans are 2 euros in the Max vending machine. Intime opens at 9pm, as do the Rue de Livourne places, but Reves doesn’t open till 11pm! Not a big fan of walking the streets of Brussels that late at night; I am really not a late night person anymore. I prefer to go places in the afternoon these days. Although I suppose I could stay in Cine Paris till it closes at 11pm, and then start my long walk from there. 1149am.

A Simon Mignolet can of Jupiler today. In tribute to the great man I dropped it and spilt it all over the floor

A Simon Mignolet can of Jupiler today. In tribute to the great man I dropped it and spilt it all over the floor, and received terrible abuse (in French) from the cleaning lady. Excuse my French, as my mother used to say, when swearing. Why was swearing known as “French”? Do people say that all over England? Excuse my French? This beer is having no effect on me; it is usual. By the 4th day I am now completely sodden with it, and it has no effect at all. Diminishing returns. On Monday after Inna, I said let me now do something EVERY DAY on this holiday! Well I did nothing Tuesday in Nuremberg or Wednesday back in Brussels, and here we are on the 4th day. And I don’t even have a single memory of what I did even with Inna.

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With no more beer in my minibar and no sign of the minibar lady (who to me is like some kind of goddess, oh goddess of beer)

With no more beer in my minibar, and no sign of the minibar lady (who to me is like some kind of goddess, oh goddess of beer), I am forced down to the bar at 1120, which I had preferred to avoid on this trip—I don’t like the bar’s Zipfer as much as I like the minibar Gösser and in my room I can enjoy my music channel. Plans for today, perhaps the U-Bahn up to Wahringer Gurtel Kino, back down to WSK, maybe Burggasse Peep maybe not, then finish off in Café Westend before crashing out back in the hotel; ready to wake in time to go back out tonight. I will save the Belvedere for tomorrow.

How lovely to be back in a Dorint hotel room

How lovely to be back in a Dorint hotel room. Not only was there a Granny Smith apple left in the room for me—the only kind of apple I like—but they had stocked the minibar with just the things I drink, so there were 6 bottles of Gösser beer instead of the normal 2, 2 bottles of sparkling water instead of 1 sparkling 1 flat, and 1 bottle of coke. It is like they studied my minibar habits and stocked the minibar especially for me! Amazing. That is the personal touch.