Wouldn’t you know it, all the papers have been thrown away for last week. There is just yesterday’s papers left! My pox looks terrible, but as always on the verge of clearing up completely. So close to clearing away, but never quite does. Just Friday, Saturday and Sunday to go, then Monday I travel, unable to have sex again. It is an unimaginable nightmare, that this should happen to me JUST as I started taking the wonderful Rhino Horn and thought a new golden age of sex was going to start. Is it the chemicals in the pills that are provoking the pox? Surely not.
This may be a brief flowering golden age before things turn very very horrible in my life. Losing mother the first of it. Being severely maimed in Europe the second. Whatever happens I will write my masterpiece, The Willing Cheeks of Fu Manchu. Seeds of the Pope.
2014 was first year of my new Golden Age, starting on Twelfth Night with plane journey to Vienna, and the incredible —– with Fortuna Blonde and WSK Amanda. But 2015 was even better, and saw the inception of the hair clippers and the ——. Two incredible incredible boosts, both of which came out of a health PROBLEM! Just shows we owe so much to ill health. And ——- is most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. And giving up coke (coca-cola) has seen me lose 2 stone in weight already which makes me feel happier as well. And —— and ——- coming on to me so strongly at ——-! Incredible —– with Adelina and Lucy at the end of the year.
There is a war on carnality, everything must be made increasingly SEXLESS. The cleansing of Soho, Stuttgarter Platz Berlin, the imminent loss of the street girls of Brussels Alhambra. More reason than ever to keep travelling more and more regularly in the short time we have got left till everything is gone and we will truly look back at this as a lost golden age.
I love Brussels. As Munich and then Berlin’s stock has sunk, Brussels and Vienna have risen. The destruction of Stuttgarter Platz destroyed Berlin for me, and as for Munich it was probably only my young, starry-eyed naivety that ever made that place seem special. The relatively new discoveries of Fifth Avenue and Cine Paris in Brussels has brought Brussels back to life for me in this second golden age (the first was before my marriage, the second after it) (not saying that the long 3½ years of marriage wasn’t also a golden age of a different kind, of course). The discovery of WSK and Fortuna Kinos has brought Vienna back to life for me.
Why have the last few visits not been so good? Why did my new golden age rather stall? Is it them or is it me? What balance of them and me? Well now I am in trouble. Names up and ——– at ———. I can be there by 830. Try to avoid the tips, just put pounds in the pot, and it should be OK. But do I really want to go? To see the curve of ——-‘s amazing arse. That is the No.1 thought actually. I do have 2 days off to recover.