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.
Looks like hot summer over and thundery cool rainy dark autumn is here. Would like to see C—– again. And E—-.
Looking dark grey now, could start to thunder and rain any moment, just in time for walk to station. Lovely.
Well I spoke too soon; after leaving Koln we only went as far as Düren where we had to change trains for the rest of the journey to Brussels. Exchanging quite a cool ICE for another stifling completely airless one. Made it a very gruelling and tiring journey again and arriving at Brussels I wanted to do nothing except come straight to my hotel. Here I am then. Check in to my room by 605pm. Tomorrow is Belgian National Day and after Bastille Day in Nice, Brussels I think is braced for the worst. I should try to enjoy tonight as much as I can. Apparently it is 33°C in Brussels right now (doesn’t feel that bad) and thunderstorms are expected later. I have neither coat nor umbrella; let us hope I can find a porn cinema or a knocking shop to shelter in.
Back in the Max Hotel, and oh I cannot help thinking “Home Sweet Home”. It started raining as soon as I started walking down from Gare du Nord. Lovely. I’m not sure I’m ever happier than when in Brussels in the rain. We will see if there is ANY excitement for me later to justify this. Vienna was disappointing last time, Berlin was massively disappointing (the final nail in the coffin I’m afraid); Brussels can you salvage anything for me?
Gliding along at 222 km/h through foul filthy weather. Cold, lashing rain as night begins to fall over the German countryside. Still another 20 minutes to Spandau. 856pm. Ten minutes to Spandau. A silent train. No one talking. So peaceful, civilised. 243 km/h.