Managed to make a £320 IMPROVEMENT on my credit card debt in May; and that is not even counting my great paypacket

Managed to make a £320 IMPROVEMENT on my credit card debt in May; and that is not even counting my great paypacket; just on not spending much on credit cards. This is value of 1 month on 1 month off when it comes to travelling. Always have one fallow month; if I can stick to that. Depends if Brussels’ decline is irreversible or not. Wait and see what Thursday evening and Friday early afternoon bring. Wouldn’t it be lovely if I finally did something with Inna?

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So on the train to Germany. I hope it is less of an ordeal than my last one

So on the train to Germany. I hope it is less of an ordeal than my last one. A low-key night in Brussels. Too late to do anything but go straight to Fifth Avenue. No one there of any note at all, except Inna. But then appearing next to me was a very sexy Moroccan-looking girl. She asked the barmaid for a coke just as I was waiting for my beer, and the barmaid mistakenly thought we were together and charged me for both. “Oh no no no!” cried the girl, panicking, which I thought was sweet, so I bought it for her. Leyla. A definite possibility. I drank too much, pointlessly, then somehow got down to Empire via the back streets—don’t know how or why I did that. Didn’t notice Manuela was there till she got up on stage and danced. A perfunctory 5 euro lapdance in my seat after that which seemed to last no more than 20 seconds, and that was that. I left after that and came back to sleep. And here I am waiting for the train to Koln to depart. 1 hour 50 minutes to Koln—oh we’re moving—then 4 hours 18 minutes to Berlin. Not bad.

Shock! The Jupiler in the shop has gone up to 1,20 each

Shock! The Jupiler in the shop has gone up to 1,20 each. A rise of 20 cents since yesterday. A proper rainy day in Brussels. So I decided to come by coach for the first time ever, Megabus. At short notice the Eurostar was going to cost me £139 but the Megabus was just £40. £20 there, £20 back, I thought I should at least give it a try. Well, my 9 o’clock departure from Victoria never turned up till 11.15 and actually left at 11.26. It got stuck on the wrong side of the Channel the previous night when all ferries were stopped because of the weather, Storm ——. A morale-sapping start to the trip. The journey itself was fairly painless actually. Left Victoria 11.26 got to the Eurotunnel 1.50, then we had to get off to file through passport check, back on to coach and onto the Shuttle for 2.20 departure, arrive other end 255 (now 355 local time of course), 5 minutes for coach to get off the Shuttle, and then we were on the open road again at 4, stop off at service station at 5 for petrol and use the loos (there IS a loo on the coach as well), 6 we reached Gent for driver changeover, and 7 we arrived Gare du Nord. The coach carried on to Cologne for a 10pm arrival. A couple of beers in the hotel then straight to a busy Fifth Avenue, playing YMCA as I came through the door. My anthem I thought. It then changed to another great song, and I was just thinking I should write these songs down before I forgot them, when the second song switched to Heroes, by David Bowie. Full blast. What a fantastic moment. To be in one of my favourite places in the world, Fifth Avenue, surrounded by floozies, and now on comes what has become one of my favourite songs in the world. Inna was there in a short loose red & black dress, but that was it really. I bought her a Jack Daniels (an eye-watering 10 euros) and stumbled back, by now absolutely out of my mind with hunger. Brussels Grill doors were open but bar man said no, we are closed. Domino’s Pizza was shuttered up, so I just had a burger & chips in the little burger bar next to the Max and that was that. Slept well, right through to 10am this morning.

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Christ I am starting to think about Manuela in Empire

Christ, I am starting to think about Manuela in Empire. How sexy it felt just brushing her arse and side of breasts with my hands. How I would like to touch her more, upstairs, in private. I have to try. Perhaps I SHOULD go back to Brussels just for 2 nights on Wednesday!!!! And let a man’s hand encircle my cock in Cine Paris. And get to 5th late enough to f–k Inna at last. And go with that huge breasts Ivana at Gare du Nord.

I think I’ve been thinking about doing something with Inna for so long—actually not only months but YEARS—that I have already got tired of her

I think I’ve been thinking about doing something with Inna for so long—actually not only months but YEARS—that I have already got tired of her without ever doing anything. Oh but it’s just that little face, like a cross between Maria Schneider in Last Tango in Paris and Selena Gomez. That face, and that bottom. I think now if I DID go to a room with her, it would be a mistake, but as I always say, there are some mistakes you have to make, before you are able to move on. To finally see that girl naked is something I probably have to do; even if my Peak Desire for her has already passed.

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Yes the Rue d’Aerschot window girls are stunningly beautiful but walking along a cold street trying to shelter from the biting wind and avoid stepping in dog shit is not conducive to a sexy feeling

Yes, the Rue d’Aerschot window girls are stunningly beautiful but walking along a cold street trying to shelter from the biting wind and avoid stepping in dog shit is not conducive to a sexy feeling, so that is why I do not feel like actually doing anything. Fifth Avenue is a warm, sexy environment but just hasn’t had the quality of girls this time (Inna never there when I’m there, and no Lucy at all). Le Coin has come nice women but of the heftier variety; don’t come here looking for sexy young slim things, which I don’t.