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.
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.
Surely I can do something with Bridget this time, something in 5th Avenue, something in Aerschot; something with Jennifer in Empire; something in Frauentormauer, something with a Bella Napoli dancer. Please let myself go this time!
Continue to enjoy the erotic pleasures of Brussels and Nuremberg as much as I can. While cutting down my room more and more. This is now the first anniversary of the day I —————–. The mortification I felt after that. So stupid. Idiot I was. But I have survived a whole 12 months since then.
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.