Starting to feel hungry for Sunset Strip, as xmas gets nearer. Especially after that Nick Cave video with that Ima Doll and girl who looks like black bob. Wouldn’t mind even seeing — again. Surprised to see my asiatic girl on way home. Even more surprised she didn’t have her head in her phone when we got off at ——, and she did NOT hang back to make me go through barriers first. I do find her sexy. Thought about her most enjoyably in the bath.
My first beer in the Max Hotel—the machine took my 2 euros and gave me no beer, though the manager quickly got the beer for me. 6pm, the light just starting to fail. The Eurolines coach was going to Amsterdam—if I’d known that I’d not have taken it; absolutely packed; only about 5% of the people getting off at Brussels. Still, so excited was I to be travelling again it felt quite painless; a nice blonde lady next to me; no trouble. 24 hours since I last ate a proper meal. I will wait till I’m on the way back to the hotel later. Saturday night in Brussels; might as well check out Cine Paris on the way back from Fifth Avenue—they don’t close till after 10, and I cannot believe I will be in 5th for long. And going in Cine Paris will kill time and delay my arrival in Empire—yes, still ending up in Empire for my “nightcap”, however much I decry a “topless only” strip club where small beers are 10 euros each. But most of all I just want to relax, and to drink & drink & drink, and eat & eat & eat. Anything else I will take as an unexpected bonus.
What an amazing experience with Adelina in Manhattan, and with Lucy in 5th, and with Amanda in WSK, and with Manuela in Burggasse Peep. And of course THIS is why I travel. And why I always will. But amazing new revenue source I have discovered, I can have an extra £410 a month for reducing my credit card debts, or for travelling, by NOT going to strip clubs anymore! It is a Eureka moment. I mean obvious, but I had to come to a point where I was capable of stopping. Like it was obvious I had to stop drinking coke, but I had to come to a point where I was capable of stopping.
Giving up strippers means I can keep travelling. The incredible thing is giving up strippers (and reduction of credit card debt accordingly) almost allows me to have my own flat AND keep travelling. That is how much no more strip clubs would save me. Yes, my life is to be lived in permanent condition of travel; to be held always in suspension like piece of silt in a river. To Vienna, to Brussels, always.