Not wanting to go back to the Ibis bar while killing an hour or so before my Eurostar home I wandered down Avenue Fonsny

October 23, 2016 § Leave a comment

Not wanting to go back to the Ibis bar while killing an hour or so before my Eurostar home, I wandered down Avenue Fonsny and found this charming bar on the next corner, full of great ferns, and art nouveau posters and fabulous black & red walls—and the most gorgeous blonde ponytail barmaid. Like a Belgian Lotta, in tight green wool sweater and blue jeans over voluptuous bottom. On my last day in Brussels, I found Maes Corner closed, and in fact almost every shop in Brussels, too—is Day of the Dead a holiday here [yes]? I had two in O’Reilly’s, walked past the Metropole and the Cheshire Cheese Café, found the Dome Café also closed, then after one in some tiny sidestreet bar, and after much deliberation, I returned to Ciné Paris. The two rooms are big and clean, the seats very new and comfortable, the screens big and the picture perfect—quite the nicest kino I have been in. The French porn films are high quality, and I found myself becoming highly aroused. When a very old man sat down next to me and tried twice to touch me, I had to knock his hand away both times not because I did not want it, but his touch brought me to the edge of glory both times. He left, disappointed, though I did not want him to. I think I could easily make a home here in the Paris. It was the most erotic moment of the whole trip, far more than anything with Angelica in Club 77 or Christina in Brussels. I think I will have to return to the Soho cabins and Fantasy Videos in London. I am ready to have hands on me again. I think the barmaid’s boyfriend is at the fruit machine, she goes back to him whenever not busy. After a day of blazing blue skies, I was shocked to come out of the cinema, quivering, taking time to compose myself in the alleyway, to find it was raining! I take this as omen that I had at last found my answer in this holiday—it is back in the cinemas. I returned to Midi happy, feeling warm pleasure in my loins, and now pass the time here in the Orient Express.

L’Orient Express

October 23, 2016 § Leave a comment

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After a few Stellas in the Dome I began to relax and started to feel embarrassed about my ‘feeling uneasy and unsafe’ remark when I arrived

October 22, 2016 § Leave a comment

After a few Stellas in the Dome I began to relax and started to feel embarrassed about my ‘feeling uneasy and unsafe’ remark when I arrived. I then strolled completely unmolested to the Cine Paris, Cine ABC, all the way up to Gare du Nord, all the way up and down the entire length of the Rue d’Aerschot, all the way back to Empire and to Manhattan, and then back past the Metropole to my hotel, and I was thinking what has happened to Brussels? Then it happened, 50 yards short of my hotel, I can see the green sign in front of me, I pass two Moroccan men, one stops and asks me for a light, and then turns around and follows in my direction closely at my side. ‘Ah, England! Ah, Rooney!’Inquiring about Lampard and Rooney and football for about a minute of walking, when he stops in front of me and looks at my shoulder, ‘you’ve got something there’ at the same time as his friend comes up behind me and makes a sound like he has spat at my back. At that point the first one gives up and leaves me, I can hear him saying to his friend ‘what did you do that for?’

The Bourse as seen from the balcony of O’Reilly’s Irish Pub

October 22, 2016 § Leave a comment

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Tintin in La place de Brouckère

October 22, 2016 § Leave a comment

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A young guy with a backpack comes out of the ABC

October 20, 2016 § Leave a comment

A young guy with a backpack comes out of the ABC, just standing there looking up and down the Adolphe Max, obviously wondering where else can he find some action in this god-forsaken town. And the truth is there is not much. Why I do not go somewhere where there is perhaps more bang for my buck, Paris? I was watching a programme about the Crazy Horse in Paris at the weekend, they have some gorgeous fat-bottom beautiful girls dancing there. It was totally arousing. But still after — years I resist going to Paris. There might be more chance of finding ice there than anywhere else. I must make that effort in 20–.

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I wonder if I will be able to find the Rue d’Aerschot going on foot for a change?

October 19, 2016 § Leave a comment

I wonder if I will be able to find the Rue d’Aerschot going on foot for a change? For years I got lost every time I came here, spending hours walking around and around the Gare du Nord station thinking where the hell is that road?How to get into it? And afterwards walking back to the hotel every time I took the wrong turning and spent hours in the night trying to find the hotel. I have got more lost in Brussels than in any other city I have been to.

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