So let us review the year. The year of David Bowie. I discovered Bowie, 1975-77 Bowie anyway but what an extraordinary amount he achieved in that short time

So let us review the year. The year of David Bowie. I discovered Bowie, 1975-77 Bowie anyway but what an extraordinary amount he achieved in that short time. From Young Americans to Heroes. Extraordinary. Via Fame, The Man Who Fell to Earth and Station to Station along the way.Visiting and standing in Hansa Studio where he mixed Low and recorded Heroes was a high point of the year.
Breaking the ice with Inna in Fifth Avenue FINALLY thank god, and a second time too. Discovering Leyla in 5th and then Brazilian Diane.
In London, I have discovered Laetitia in Romilly and rediscovered Zara. I will start taking Sundays off regularly as that is the BEST day in Soho. So many to choose from. The infection has remained in abeyance for the entire year since April thank god. Giving up the strippers has made a massive difference to my financial possibilities, and my mindset. Moving nearly all my stuff into —– has made a massive difference to my mindset too. Feel stronger, sexier when I get to Brussels. I will concentrate purely on Brussels and Sundays in Soho for the start of the New Year. No.1 priority reducing my credit card debt EVERY MONTH.
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Entering ——– Wednesday morning Bowie’s Heroes was playing loudly and I sat there thinking I have been in the room where he actually recorded this

Entering ——– Wednesday morning Bowie’s Heroes was playing loudly, and I sat there thinking I have been in the room where he actually recorded this. Then five minutes later U2 One came on, and ditto!

I at least did visit Hansa Studios where Bowie recorded Heroes album and finished Low

I at least did visit Hansa Studios, where Bowie recorded Heroes album and finished Low. I stood in the room where Bowie first sang Heroes, Iggy Pop first sang Passenger, and Bono first sang One. “OK” said Thilo our guide as we entered, “Now get down on your knees; this is the Holy Ground”. Not only did I not get to Bowie’s house and café, I still haven’t been to see Anita Berber’s house in Zahringerstraße (it is almost on my way back from Stuttgarter Platz at night but I think it would be a bit creepy to stand taking pictures of someone’s house in the early hours of the morning?), and the site of Hitler’s bunker (I thought I’d found it years ago but turns out I was in the wrong place). So incentives to hang another Berlin visit on. If I could meet a girl (floozie) in Berlin to blow my socks off that would make it easier, but like I say it’s been years. It can happen—Adelina and Jackie in Vienna last year, Lucy in Brussels last year. It can still happen, not as completely as back in 2003 or 4 or 5 of course, BEFORE I met and fell in love with my future wife.

Back down to the bar at 845PM. I am forcing myself to drink. I cannot spend the whole night in my hotel room

Back down to the bar at 845PM. I am forcing myself to drink. I cannot spend the whole night in my hotel room. Though that is just what I need to clear my head and recover from the previous night’s over-drinking. This holiday is turning into a damp squib. I have felt out of sorts the whole time. So I force myself to do something tonight. You never know, the sexiest girl of all time might be waiting for me in what is left of Stuttgarter Platz. I’ll probably shit myself before I get there; it’s been that kind of holiday. YMCA on the Berlin Plaza hotel radio now; that song is following me around. 946PM. I just want some sexy experience. Three days into my trip and I’ve yet to have a genuine unforced erection. 2209.

First time ever when I left the hotel just before midnight last night I could not walk straight

First time ever, when I left the hotel just before midnight last night, I could not walk straight; I was literally lurching from one side of the pavement to the other like the proverbial drunken sailor. I was heading towards Stuttgarter Platz but I had to give up and come back to the hotel to sleep. Incredible. Never been so drunk before I couldn’t walk straight. Too much vodka on top of all that beer. Now it is 4.15pm before I have my first beer of the day, and it tastes quite poisonous. I am struggling to drink it. Two beautiful girls sitting just outside the bar last night. Today I got a taxi to Hansa Studio for the tour of the recording studio where Bowie finished Low and did the whole of Heroes. Incredible to be in the room where Bowie recorded the song Heroes, U2 recorded One, Iggy Pop recorded Passenger, amongst so many others. I then walked all the way to the Roxa Lux kino, chafing my thighs so much they are now red raw & unsightly. I was too hungry to go on to the place where Bowie lived; I will try to do that tomorrow.

The most extraordinary blazing period of Bowie’s genius was 1972 to 1977. He was off his head on cocaine from 1972 to 1977

The most extraordinary blazing period of Bowie’s genius was 1972 to 1977. He was off his head on cocaine from 1972 to 1977. He had orange hair from 1972 to 1977. After 1977 he decided to clean up, and never did anything interesting again. Do I say this to slight David Bowie? No. What he created, the way he burned himself into the UNIVERSE from 72 to 77 is something so extraordinary, and I honestly think without parallel. In those 5 years he made himself the greatest ever. Sitting at the bar of the Berlin Plaza, with tears rolling down my cheeks, thinking about David Bowie in Berlin. Strange isn’t it. Strange what emotions really move us. Unpredictable. Going to his studio tomorrow, and feeling already overwhelmed with emotion. I’ll probably get a taxi.

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