November 26, 2016 §
Such boring beermats they have here in the Café du Dome. I think a beermat is a chance to make a work of art—my two Berliner Kindl beermats are something that I treasure. But so many beermats are just wasted opportunities. I am a connoisseur. The shape of the beerglass makes such a difference; so does the beermat. Sitting here at the junction of Boulevard Adolphe Max and Boulevard du Jardin Botanique I see no pretty women whatsoever. In 10 minutes at Gare du Midi I can capture a hundred beautiful specimens, like a butterfly catcher with a net. Such a shame that there are no longer any bars to drink in within Gare du Midi.
November 25, 2016 §
Brussels is hot and sunny. Not at all what I want to see when I come to Brussels in October. Tomorrow at least should be cool and showery so I will feel more at ease tomorrow. 5 past 3 and I am already quite drunk on Café du Dome stellas. I wonder if I will ever get to La Monnaie for Lulu at 7. My number one thought here in Brussels is I want to find a long pair of boots for—–, but I cannot think like that. I have got to think like I am single, and completely alone—only then can I have any enjoyment out of being here in Brussels alone. Being in love with someone makes such a difference. I wonder at what time I will start to see the North Africans on the streets, the Moroccans, in their black leather jackets and blue jeans? I wonder at exactly what time will a couple of them try to rob me? Oh no 15:14 and I have got hiccups! Bloody hell! Four men have just come out of the Cine ABC at the same time. Have they closed? Maybe they were just waiting for the first striptease of the day (on the hour) and she was no good. When I get back to London I am working almost every day up to the 11th November. I am happy about this—to pay for the money I am spending here in Brussels now and to pay for the trip I want to take to Berlin at the end of November. If not travelling, I want to be working. It is amazing how many sexy girls I saw at Gare du Midi in 10 minutes compared to the zero I have seen here at the Café du Dome windows in two hours.
October 22, 2016 §
I was thinking what has happened to Brussels last night, it seemed quite full of life. There was at least 10 people in the Dome Café talking merrily and convivially, there was man on man action going on in the first row of the ABC, which also had at least 10 people there, there was 10 again in Empire—wow! I thought, some life. The Manhattan bar, however, was shut, and the Gascogne surprise surprise was open once more, though better if it was not. A shithole.
October 21, 2016 §
Ah, the waitress tells me the bar is closing soon, as it is so empty. The man in the cloak IS an Englishman, and it is a black velvet cloak, and it is a black wig with white forelocks, and he has a blood red silk waistcoat. They are going to a Halloween party.
October 21, 2016 §
Ah, I just remembered—it is Hallowe’en tonight! I just bumped into a man in a long black cape, jet black hair I think, was that some laurel wreath in his hair as well, on the way to the bar. He looks fantastic. English I think. Maybe Welsh or Irish. He has the look of a taller Dylan Thomas or Richard Burton about him. The blonde bargirl is really quite gorgeous.
October 21, 2016 §
The Café du Dome is really busy tonight, vibrant, full of laughter and merriment. I am pleased. I don’t know why I clung so long to the Ibis bar now. I should have found somewhere new years ago.
October 20, 2016 §
I could sit on the side of the Dome facing the Boulevard du Jardin Botanique and the bright neon light of the Brussels Grill and the Thon Hotel and all the traffic and the big crossroads; instead I prefer to sit Adolphe Max side, where I can see the ABC (and shells of the California and Gascogne). I only feel calm near the sex places. I am thoroughly perverted, depraved, turned toward sin, but I am also very intelligent, very cultured, very refined.