Stayed in bed all day pleased to say. Bit disappointed my weight back up to 15 stone but not surprising with morning Fosters

Stayed in bed all day pleased to say. Bit disappointed my weight back up to 15 stone but not surprising with morning Fosters. But this morning Fosters may make me spend LESS on beer as I will not need to go out to pubs on my days off. May make me DRINK less as well, if I make do with that one can on way home.
A nice relaxing three nights in Brussels, no pressure, take it nice and slow. 1030 train to Charing Cross, there by 1105, No.91 bus up to St Pancras, there by 1145 (is there a tube strike still?), and that gives me one hour 10 mins before Eurostar leaves. At hotel by 430. One beer to Cine Paris, stroll in the dark to Fifth. Steak then maybe, back to Cine Paris, finish in Empire.
Wednesday all day to spend in Rue d’Aerschot bars, finish off in Fifth, then Domino’s Pizza perhaps back to bed.
Thursday explore Europa Building and Wiertz, last night in Fifth and Empire.
Friday FIVE HOURS to kill between 11am check out and 556 train home. Long Cine Paris session, or last Fifth perhaps.
Just had a shit and nothing on toilet paper except light red blood. How I LOVE this can of Fosters on the way home though. And really NO pubs worth going to in London anymore. No desire for —- at all. I could have gone to —– today but thought let me wait till I come back then if I have some cash left I can treat myself to a visit to —- to make the —- journey less boring at least. Short visit only. Then from February paypacket my financial renaissance can begin, my financial blooming and blossoming, I hope. Cannot remember last time I saw a sexy girl in London.
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Staying in this Wednesday after the £44 wasted on Anca and Sasha yesterday

Staying in this Wednesday after the £44 wasted on Anca and Sasha yesterday. Enjoying sitting in the living room these mornings with the Christmas tree, and chocolates, and snowballs, and Peaky Blinders.
The sexiest thing yesterday was the two two black haired Chinese girls in the Shaftesbury Avenue Chinese Medicine shop; I was so tempted.
Weight holding steady around 14’13.
Aims for next year: keep reducing my credit card debt EVERY MONTH. Travel to nowhere except Brussels, but allow myself that once a month. Publish my books. That’s it really. The main thing is Brussels, seriously reducing my debt by staying away from —– and Vienna. Moving more stuff into — after January 10th.
How boring it was drinking in the Iron Duke, Moggs, Roundtable, Chairmen. Let me stop these London drinking days on my days off. Better to do nothing, or go to Sunset Strip. At least something to see. Not just pointless drinking.

Having broken through in Brussels to a deeper level I feel I am already through the wormhole before I even arrive in Vienna

Having broken through in Brussels to a deeper level, I feel I am already through the wormhole before I even arrive in Vienna. I can start on this deeper level already. Cannot wait now. Temptation to grab some cans of Fosters on the way home, and go to Laetitia again before work Sunday very strong. Then Monday sleep & go out mid afternoon, don’t get to Round Table till 4pm, then I can be in —– till after 7.casa (1)

As good as Tuesday was, Wednesday was poor—as always. —– two, Princess of Wales too small, Ship & Shovell not much bigger

As good as Tuesday was, Wednesday was poor—as always. —– two, Princess of Wales too small, Ship & Shovell not much bigger but I did get a window seat, and philipino thing behind bar in black v-neck top leaning over to get glasses from under bar every time showing off wonderful globes of her bosoms hanging down. Lovely. Checked Romilly, then 4 in Round Table waiting in vain for the beauty to turn up—the big girl who looked like her was there again! She was sexy, then 1 in the Garrick Arms just to kill time then home at rush hour. Anyway just £34 spent, better than wasting a hundred in the strip clubs.

Three in ——, my girl only there when I went back for ticket; we both laughing at how small they now are!

Three in ——, my girl only there when I went back for ticket; we both laughing at how small they now are! Checked Romilly names, Nadia & Karina, back to crowded 445 —–, Regina behind bar all on own serving so many, nowhere to sit anyway so I gave up and went in Salisbury. Found the ONE good viewing window so enjoyed that for a while, till it got so busy. Back to that one in the passageway leading to Charing Cross Road and passing window I saw a dark-haired beauty behind bar so went in, and my god she is a beauty! Perhaps the most beautiful barmaid I have ever seen, black hair, slightly dark skin, looking a bit Colombian, slight accent which I could not trace, black top, nice bosoms, black leggings over volptuous buttocks and thighs. I stayed for FOUR in the end but every time I was unlucky and it was the other girl who served me. Tired of —— Regina I will concentrate instead on Salisbury and this pub in passage.

Lying in bed yesterday before work I was thinking I don’t want to be with Leyla or —- or anyone, I love having my big white bed and big white pillows alone

Lying in bed yesterday before work I was thinking I don’t want to be with Leyla, or —-, or anyone, I love having my big white bed and big white pillows alone.
If I feel a hunger for anyone it is for people like Peckham Schoolgirl, or, …er, I don’t know who. I scratched the Inna itch, the Leyla itch. This contentment is nice. And earning £–,000 in the most beautiful job in the world, and starting to bring my debts down now slowly. Just now thinking 2am, lying on sofa at work my head next to glowing xmas tree, earning £— a night, not bad is it? This is the “work” I get paid for. Go home on empty train, come back to work on an empty train. Doing my writing all night, and getting paid for it.
I cannot deny after a LONG break it would be so sexy to see Paula again, even Inna. Friday now, nice quiet train home. Already thirsty to get back to Lyceum Tavern on Tuesday, Coal Hole (not Nell Gwynne again), —–. Try Villiers Street maybe & the Sherlock Holmes. Oh christ just 17 DAYS till I head to Munich & Vienna! So close. Learn my lessons, eat breakfast every day, better to get something from the Station around 10 as the hotel bacon & eggs at 630 is too early. So yes eat something at 10/11 then start drinking before heading out with nice full stomach & keep going for a long time and spend long time in WSK, Burggasse Peep on way back (there is nothing else now). Proper drunk, come back for Cafe Westend or Subway & rolls, then bed. Make sure I ALWAYS go out late after midnight even if just for nightcap so I can sleep late in the morning. See if anyone I fancy in Tete a Tete or Manhattan. ONLY if no good there will I bother to go up to Angelique. Only if Vienna proves a dead loss (cheap dead loss) will I switch to Brussels Friday ngiht. Otherwise stick to exploring Frankfurt Friday night.
January stay in London, then February I can go to Brussels & Hamburg.annamaywong

Typical, wall to wall female barmaids on Monday and nothing but trousers on Tuesday

Typical, wall to wall female barmaids on Monday and nothing but trousers on Tuesday. Two in —— and my little girl not there today. At 118 I saw the same Cleo Laine girl rushing to get on train, 90 minutes earlier than yesterday, quite a coincidence to see her again! She didn’t glance my way this time. Bus up to Lyceum for a Taddy, and I discovered this offers a great viewing window when quiet. I will come back here regularly. I think the Strand has definitely now replaced the Charing X Road as my drinking place of choice. One in Coal Hole but I should have walked out as I saw it was male barman and old landlady but stayed anyway. One in Nell Gwynne and one in all male ——. Back to Charing X and just got straight onto a train. Happy to come home early, smiling and laughing all way home for some reason. Very happy.