Things I’ve learned from this trip: 1. Never go on a long train journey across Europe in summer

Things I’ve learned from this trip: 1. Never go on a long train journey across Europe in summer. The heat and often lack of effective AC on the trains make it too horrible. Stick to Brussels in Summer. 2. I won’t bother with Nuremberg again. There were AMAZING girls in Frauentormauer, but if I did nothing this time then I never will so no point. 3. I finally broke the ice with Inna, and that is such a relief. Like an Albanian Maria Schneider; an Albanian Selena Gomez.

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I feel so at home in the Max Hotel. I really could live here. If I was able to do that I would be a happy man

I feel so at home in the Max Hotel. I really could live here. If I was able to do that, I would be a happy man. Sadly, I do have to work in London—in a very lovely job. And yes the Cine Paris films have been crap again, the street girls have been crap again, the 5th Avenue girls are really crap, the Empire dancers are really crap—but it doesn’t matter; it is enough that these places exist. Finding the occasional diamond in these places is worth the wait. There was AMAZING quality in the Nuremberg windows and laufhauses and I did nothing with any of them. It is about finding places I feel comfortable, and I have that in Brussels. I will wait for the odd diamond to come to the surface; hopefully one day soon these jihadist losers will fade away and Brussels can really start to bloom & blossom again (erotically speaking). Berlin for me is dead, erotically speaking. When Stuttgarter Platz was wiped out, then for me Berlin was wiped out. The memories from those nights in Hanky Panky, Mon Cheri and Golden Gate in particular are so strong, so glorious. Munich for me is dead, erotically speaking, nothing on offer except 50 euro private dances! Waste of time and money. And Nuremberg I don’t think I will return to. So that leaves Brussels and Vienna. And from this week’s experience NOTE TO SELF—no more long train journeys in summer. So Brussels only for summer. Vienna can wait for winter.

Leaving my big bag in my Brussels hotel locker and travelling to Nuremberg with just a small bag was a great success

Leaving my big bag in my Brussels hotel locker, and travelling to Nuremberg with just a small bag was a great success. Not only did it mean I could drop in to Le Coin on the way to Midi, but now I can explore Rue d’Aerschot as soon as I get off the train back in Brussels, before I even go down to my hotel. Tomorrow is Belgian National Day, ominously.

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Well the train to Frankfurt was pretty horrible. Sweating like a pig there didn’t seem to be a breath of cool air on the train

Well the train to Frankfurt was pretty horrible. Sweating like a pig, there didn’t seem to be a breath of cool air on the train. A suffocating hot atmosphere. The train from Frankfurt to Nuremberg was better at least, the cool air hit me as soon as I got on. On the train home now—oops I mean the train back to Brussels; 12 midday. I didn’t do much on my one night in Nuremberg in the end. Foolishly I left the hotel too late and the Stage 2000 kabins were already closed! I had a couple of beers in Bella Napoli, then came back. If you like very big busted black girls then the Nuremberg windows are the ones for you.

What is the big project now? Big themes? Just keep travelling. Brussels and Nuremberg risen to 1 and 2

What is the big project now? Big themes? Just keep travelling. Brussels and Nuremberg risen to 1 and 2. Munich gone, Berlin gone, Vienna on the backburner to end of year at earliest. Namur? Reichenbach Falls? Brocken Mountain? Hercules in Black Forest? Sils Maria? Nothing but Brussels and Nuremberg for now. Warm baths. Where life forms. Chemical reactions take place that create life.