December 11, 2017 §
I am so tired & jaded of London now. I must instead go & get drunk in Brussels & Berlin. Reacquaint myself with Karl Kraus, and F Nietzsche.
December 11, 2017 §
Now I’m thinking of course I must go to Berlin in January. Life is to be lived and money is to be spent. Then I come and think you would spend hundreds of pounds going to Berlin just for that, when you can do it at home? But, no, sensual pleasure is the point of life. If I had never travelled I would never have met pink top Munich blonde, Pon de Replay Heathrow woman, Nicky, Arrica, Katerina in Frankfurt, Iga, Riccarda, Diana, Yulia, Susi, Irina, Viktoriya, Patricia, Emily. I will go to Brussels just for a Thursday, Friday and Saturday night in December maybe. Just time for Museum of Modern Art, Wiertz, Gare du Nord, kabins, and Empire—but then I think how bored I will be just in Brussels? If I am going to go, it must be Berlin or Vienna. In which case I should wait for January. But no it will be nice to go drinking in Brussels for three days, and just see who you meet.
December 3, 2017 §
There is nothing better than travelling around Europe to see my favourite opera singers. While there enjoying the brothels and strip clubs and pubs as well. Travel seems the only point to life. To travel is to be held in suspension. As soon as you come to rest, everything stops and falls. You are just left waiting until you can travel again. Between travels I will just drink and drink to make the time go faster. Four in the Calcutta. Managed to keep the box seat the whole time. Two more stunning big breast girls on the 87 to Vauxhall, black ponytail black glasses black T-shirt, and white blonde, black shades, orange top over purple bra. I will go home today so I can get drunk while listening to music. That is all I do every day on my days off, get drunk. Just waiting for the time I can travel again. Thursday should be thundery, and Friday showers. The paper says we are heading for a period of high winds, torrential rain and abnormally high temperatures! Phnom Penh weather. It remains to be seen whether I can resist the lure of the illicit thrill during these atmospheric conditions. I do not want to go back to the Scotsman and Sunset Strip and Cinema and Demi and Pamela until I am also ready to travel. Even when I get September out of the way, there is still all of October, all of November, and all of December to get through! Can I really resist travelling in December? Maybe I will just pop to Brussels? I travel to wallow in nostalgia, not see new places. But just going to Brussels would seem such a dead end, wouldn’t it? Brussels should never be a terminus, it can only be a starting point. A jumping off point. Better to wait till the New Year and combine it with the Berlin trip. One hot steamy, rainy, Phnom Penh weekend I could just pop over to Brussels couldn’t I, just for a Thursday Friday Saturday night, back home Sunday morning, back to work Sunday night? Just for a couple of days drinking in the Maes Bar, couple of nights at Empire and Gare du Nord? What is the difference from a couple of days drinking in the Calcutta, couple of nights at the Scotsman and Soho?
November 27, 2017 §
At Christmas, I really can treat myself to a couple of days in Brussels first. The longer I can resist travelling for, the more money I will have to spend when I get there, and so the happier I will feel. Especially if I know I can come back to London and pay it off quickly with my new continence. Going to Vienna in December will give me the chance to see the After Schiele exhibition at the Atelier Augarten.
November 23, 2017 §
Who would I want to be with now? No one. I am happy to be in bed alone. And yet I am very lonely. I feel cosmically alone. Again in the Calcutta—Monkeys From the Ritz to the Rubble on the jukebox—there was a sexy little brown bob thing sitting opposite me as I sat in the box seat, black top, black miniskirt, showing a lot of thigh. It was sexually exciting. I only had two. It is never the same when I have got my bag with me and I am travelling home. I am sure I will stay longer Friday. How lovely to go to Brussels for four days and just do NOTHING. I like to go to places where I can do nothing. Just sit in the Pullman getting drunk while watching the girls pass. Just sit up on O’Reilly’s balcony watching the girls pass. Just sit in the window of Café Belge watching the girls pass. Maybe the Radisson SAS, too. It is true, this money I am saving I must use it to pay off the £6,000 debt because in October the Virgin interest is going to cripple me. And yet, I read of university students leaving with £12,000 debts and I think mine is not so bad, when I have got a secure (?) job I really like.
November 23, 2017 §
How lovely it is just sitting at the bar of the Brussels Ibis or Radisson SAS getting drunk. How lovely just sitting in the Pullman with my Guardian getting drunk. At night I can go to Empire to look for Clarisse, and Gare du Nord for kabins then windows. But if I went to Brussels for four days, I would not be able to get to Berlin. How much better to sit in the Berlin Plaza getting drunk & eating knesepfannes. It has to be Brussels one night, getting very drunk in the Radisson, then train to Berlin Plaza for four nights. In November Berlin Plaza is £47 a night, but in October it is £58 a night. Ibis Gare du Midi is £65 a night.