The lesson I learn is make my life in the small places I enjoy: in the Orient Express, in the Cafe de Dome. Make my whole life in these places

The lesson I learn is make my life in the small places I enjoy: in the Orient Express, in the Cafe de Dome. Make my whole life in these places, drinking, watching world go by. The big themes that play such a huge part in other people’s lives, relationships, affairs, marriage, children, house, mortgage, mean absolutely nothing to me. What looms so monumentally large over everything in my life is my little bars, where I can drink, and watch the girls go by. A nice little porn cinema, a nice little bar filled with floozies, some window girls to ogle. A nice strip club to finish the night in.

I think on this trip to Brussels I really realised the Cafe du Dome is over for me — I HATE that Stella

I think on this trip to Brussels I really realised the Cafe du Dome is over for me — I HATE that Stella. So creamy and not cold. Better to say in hotel with the ice cold watery Jupiler. Or down to Churchill’s for the Primus, that was all right I think and some good people watching. Same in Vienna—I have got to give up on that bar and the soporific Zipfer. Make do with cans of Gösser in my room and the good GoTV music channel. Before: …… WSK in day and Manhattan at night. That is it. MUST try to get to Belvedere, Leopold etc this time. I have got Nuremberg Bella Napoli et al to enjoy on way there, and Frankfurt on stop back. So I can relax in Vienna.

206pm. Dome. Wow proper raining now. Lashing down ferociously

206pm. Dome. Wow proper raining now. Lashing down ferociously. I just missed it. My first Stella in the Dome on this visit. I have to say I really don’t think I like Stella. It has too much of a creamy texture & taste compared to the more clear watery Jupiler or Maes. Every time I walk past the shell of the old Cine ABC I feel terribly sad. How wonderful those old 1970s porn films were—“hairy porn” as I call it. What a difference from porn today where men & women do not seem to have a single hair anywhere on their bodies. And the hourly stripper of course. Think I’m coming down with a bit of a cold. Not surprising, after walking around for so long in the rain yesterday. Oh, I just saw a van passing, in the colours of “Patisserie Transylvania”. Fantastic. No I really don’t like the Stella. I would leave now but I’ll stay for one more just to see if —– comes in at 3. Christ I felt so randy when I returned to Fifth Avenue last night, but now I feel nothing. My usual lethargy & inertia.

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I know in the old days I always used to get to Fifth Avenue late, after 4, because I spent some hours in Café du Dome

I know in the old days I always used to get to Fifth Avenue late, after 4, because I spent some hours in Café du Dome; but taking a break from the Café du Dome it has I have got to Fifth Avenue too early. I should perhaps try to reinstate the Café du Dome into my routine. One more in the hotel before I go though. No.5. Hope the Cine Paris finally has some new films to sober me up again. No. 6.

Struggling on my first beer of the day. My head still hurting from yesterday’s drinking

Struggling on my first beer of the day. My head still hurting from yesterday’s drinking. So all of a sudden this is what would have been the last day of my 3 day stay—how fast it goes. Glad now that I did add on an extra 3 days, so that gives me Saturday, Sunday and Monday here as well. Just raining now. To Dome for some of their lovely crusty bread & butter. Struggling with the Stella here as well; but an unexpected treat! My —– is on the lunchtime shift! Despite the foul (lovely) non-stop rainy weather, the Dome is busier than I have ever known it, which is good to see. I always said if —— worked the lunchtime shift I would have asked her out by now, but she always usually comes in just as I am leaving; well, we will see if I am tempted to flirt with her today. Me flirting is a painful sight, and I do not recommend it, even to myself.

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Well so here I am in Brussels 937pm

Well, so here I am in Brussels, 937pm. Brussels under security lockdown. And yet Cine Paris is open and showing a couple of good films to me and 1 other discerning customer. The girls are still in the Rue des Commerçants, including my Beatrice. Fifth Avenue is still open, including Inna in a stunning floral body suit. Her appeal does not diminish, it just grows. She is like a flower that is just starting to bloom, and she just keeps on blooming. I must admit, when I arrived at Gare du Nord and decided to step off the train there (and therefore stay) I felt scared. And coming out the station, passing the soldiers with massive machine guns, I felt scared. And walking down the road from Gare du Nord to my Max Hotel, I felt scared. Every bar and café and restaurant was closed along the whole length of the road, but then, incredibly, Brussels Grill was open, the first place I saw open. And even incredibly the Café du Dome was open! Bravo for them. What if gunmen walk in and start shooting you? Nothing you can do. But you have to go on don’t you. And bravo to them. And then you have a couple of cans of beer and you start to relax. And then you see Cine Paris is open and you relax more. And then you see the street girls in the Rue des Commerçants, and you relax more. And then, amazing, even Fifth Avenue is open as normal. Less girls than normal, it is true, but Inna is there, and you relax even more. This is how courage breeds courage.

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Well the Dome steak was not so great

Well, the Dome steak was not so great. Very small, dry beef steak, and the béarnaise sauce was quite sickly and had a skin on top. The salad was mixed but dry; in the Café West End it comes soaked in delicious olive oil I think. But its main effect was just to make me want to sleep. I tried to have one more beer in the hotel, then to Cine Paris for Tropical Anal from yesterday and one other film I saw years ago. I felt turned on but by the time I got to Fifth Avenue I had a bad headache and was not in the mood at all. I kept drinking hoping to break through into some drunken wildness but I just got tireder and tireder. Eventually I gave up and returned along Rue des Commerçants. On the way there I had been stopped by a short black girl with most enormous bosoms called Bridget, who offered me everything for 30 euros, even anal, even kissing. I felt a little suspicious, fearing a trap. On the way back she stopped me again and I declined again, before being called back by Beatrice with a “Hello!” I let her detain me for a while this time. I woke up after 10pm but did not feel like going to Empire this time, but in future I think the Empire might well become a good place for a late nightcap if they keep their 2 or 3 real stars.