Each extra day in Brussels would cost me £38 for hotel and maybe £30 for drink and food, and I could spend more than that stuck in London going to —– or wherever. Really 5 nights for £190 is just over ONE NIGHT AT WORK. 1 & a half nights at work to pay for that. And pretty much everything of mine that is personal is already in —– Storage. I am pretty much set up. And —- can keep hold of all my clothes for me short term. And with the cancelling of the £90 weekly Direct Debit I straightaway have £450 a month to put towards new flat.
So let us review the year. The year of David Bowie. I discovered Bowie, 1975-77 Bowie anyway but what an extraordinary amount he achieved in that short time. From Young Americans to Heroes. Extraordinary. Via Fame, The Man Who Fell to Earth and Station to Station along the way.Visiting and standing in Hansa Studio where he mixed Low and recorded Heroes was a high point of the year.
Breaking the ice with Inna in Fifth Avenue FINALLY thank god, and a second time too. Discovering Leyla in 5th and then Brazilian Diane.
In London, I have discovered Laetitia in Romilly and rediscovered Zara. I will start taking Sundays off regularly as that is the BEST day in Soho. So many to choose from. The infection has remained in abeyance for the entire year since April thank god. Giving up the strippers has made a massive difference to my financial possibilities, and my mindset. Moving nearly all my stuff into —– has made a massive difference to my mindset too. Feel stronger, sexier when I get to Brussels. I will concentrate purely on Brussels and Sundays in Soho for the start of the New Year. No.1 priority reducing my credit card debt EVERY MONTH.
This year finally burst to life because of the changes I started to put into place after August 5th finally started to bear fruit. I did not stop the strippers till mid October so that slowed it up. I have got my weight down below 15 stone at last. I have got nearly everything in —–. Just think how much sexier still I will feel when I continue to bring my debt down, I continue to have more spare cash in my bank account, when I finish moving everything to —–, when I bring my weight down even further! Next year promises to be a fantastic year.
Things have been brought to life this year finally because (1) it IS the hairy nights of Christmas, (2) I have saved so much money by stopping the strippers and feel so much lighter & hungrier because of it, (3) I have moved nearly all my stuff already into —– so that relief is a weight off my mind too.
The pictures on my old computer are TOO good, I have to take it to —–, screen too. And so much writing on there, stuff cut out of my four books.
So much pain-filled stuff, psychological blackness prompted by Sabrina, Pooky, Covadonga, Australia, etc etc etc. I went from one blackness to another, it is horrific to read back through it. —— really did save my life and cure my depression, on Twelfth Night 2010. I never again felt the blackness, the depressions, the psychological meltdowns. Never again. —— really did save my life that night. Twelfth Night will always be the most significant day of the year for me. And after we split up it was of course the day I flew to Vienna and travelling came spectacularly back to life for me, with Fortuna Blonde kino and Amanda WSK.
Well, well done went to —– again, don’t think there are ANY more books or diaries that need to go. Just need to check last few videos and tapes, then it is just the computer and clothes. Well done. Slice by slice I have got there.
Back to Charing X about 4 and straight to the —— and the busty Regina Spector was there already! Sexy sexy girl. Skin tight black skirt and tight black shoulderless top, just accentuated her bosoms ever more. While man was changing barrel for my third Stella she accidentally charged me 370 instead of 410 and I had to correct her.
Then after 5 a HUGE busted young red-haired Goth with purple lips, black A-line dress over white floral blouse, everything completely covered up to her neck but you can see those massive soft mommas wobbling inside. I will be back here more often. Found that little nice nook just next to the bar.
Back to —– but the little girl was not there today, 3 more here I think, but no pretty girls at all I don’t think. Thinking about Leyla again while drinking.
So Saturday’s going to be a bit funny then isn’t it? Home from work and sleep, have proper dinner, then leave home 3pm maybe, have a couple of beers in —– before bus up to St Pancras, another beer in the Continental. So I arrive pissed, and straight into Empire like that. Yes why not. A very different arrival to normal, never done that before. Might really like it! Can try Gascogne as well. This happened for a reason. I believe. Keep it as cheap as possible travel wise so I can spend as much as I can when actually there. The 256pm train home Tuesday at least gives me time for a last hurrah in Cine Paris or Cafe Jimmy or Rue d’Aerschot, Brussels Grill etc. Then Wednesday to Friday concentrate on —– storage again, the hard drive, the newspaper diaries, the books. I can ask —– to keep my clothes for me on a temporary basis, and my Monroe picture, and little TV. Surely I CAN burn all my newspaper diaries? Why I want to keep 1990, 1991, 1992, 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, they were just a wilderness. Let me rush back from Brussels to finally clear my room once and for all.