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.
I was supposed to go home Tuesday afternoon on a £25 Eurostar ticket. I then extended this to Thursday on a £16 coach ticket. Before finally extending it to Saturday morning and a £64 Eurostar ticket. But out of all that expenditure is there anything I can really look back on and think I shouldn’t have spent that? The three great extravagances were the 3 x 75 euros to take Inna and Leyla (twice) to the Fifth Avenue rooms, and I absolutely NEEDED to do that. If I hadn’t, on all three occurrences, I would have been cursing my missed opportunity and would have spent more money coming BACK to Brussels to put it right. This time I did everything I wanted and needed to do, so no need to come back for a long while. Apart from that I just paid 14 euros almost every day for Cine Paris, lots of beer but only in cheap places, no more than 1,60-1,80 for small beers every bar—and avoided all the rip-off places like Empire and the 10 euros small beers. I managed to avoid Empire all week, and am quite pleased about that. I DIDN’T go with any Rue d’Aerschot window girls which is absolutely remarkable given their astonishing beauty & sexiness. It was only my fidelity to Leyla, and wanting to save money for her, that kept me from doing anything in Rue d’Aerschot, so I would have spent the same money in Rue d’Aerschot if I hadn’t spent it in Fifth Avenue. No, I cannot regret anything—this is one of those trips where I really did EVERYTHING I wanted to do, and do not go home regretting any foolish abstentions.
Christ, Inna came in to Fifth Avenue last night like a ball of lightning; like the ball of fire in Tintin & the 7 Crystal Balls. Looking hot in that shock of black hair, black tight top exposing her midriff, black miniskirt & black stockings, a little pocket rocket; and from the moment she surged in & hung her coat up, she was taken to a room and I think one or more gentlemen kept her there for all the time I was there. At one point she came back down to get some drinks then was gone again.
So 5th Avenue had Inna, the star as always, Brazilian Aisha I always like to look at, the black bob Eastern European who is a bit too thin for my taste, and another long dark-haired girl was OK, but that was it. No competition for Inna for sure, though she claimed I was her first customer of the day. She says she lives in a flat by the ——. A bright blue-skied Sunday midday in Brussels. Wish it was dark & stormy & rainy as always. My soul soars and spirit flies when it is dark & stormy & rainy. Feel meek and self conscious when it is fine & blue-skied & sunny. The weather affects me greatly. Are other people like this? I mean, I know normal people feel really happy when it is bright & sunny, but I am the opposite. I am happy when it is dark & raining. Thunder? Oh! My dream.
So, 11:53 Sunday morning (or possibly 10:53 Sunday morning—the clocks went back in Belgium last night and I’m not sure if my phone automatically updated or not). I missed out on Saturday night unfortunately; I was looking forward to a Saturday night Empire or Gascogne: hoping at least there would be a nice crowd & good atmosphere; but after leaving 5th I just grabbed a lovely Domino’s Pizza and back to hotel then sleep; right the way through to 6am. A wee then slept some more through to 9. Now on my second Jupiler of the day. Lovely to see Inna at 5th on my arrival yesterday evening; we had a nice chat about many things, none of which I will repeat, as I cannot remember any of it. At least this time I do remember being in the room with her, and have some visual memories stuck in my head; some pictures in my head at least. The piano is gone and as I stood at the back where it used to be, she was sitting in the chair in front of me, her back to me, in that long black halter-neck jumpsuit she wears. Her jet black hair falling around her alabaster white skin reminding me of those old little black inkpots you used to get at school, to fill the inkwells with! Yes I am old enough to remember inkwells at school! Like an explosion of black ink against her white skin. I became aroused just looking at her back so knew I would have to do something with her again.