I’m at the point in my life now where every time I drink my bottom bleeds

December 31, 2016 § Leave a comment

I’m at the point in my life now where every time I drink, my bottom bleeds; and there is not much sexy about that. My connection to Vienna Westbahnhof is strong—it is where trains from Western Europe arrive (even if I am no longer coming by train). My connection to Berlin Zoo is strong, it is where trains from Western Europe always used to come to. My connection to Munich Hauptbahnhof is very strong. My connection to Brussels Gare du Midi is very strong. I feel something close to love for these 4 railway stations. Berlin Zoo has been downgraded because of the new Central Railway Station, but I will never desert her. The Central Railway Station is in the middle of a wasteland. The new Vienna Central Railway Station under construction is in the middle of a wasteland.
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Well all the excitement of my arrival in Vienna yesterday morning has gone

December 29, 2016 § 1 Comment

Well, all the excitement of my arrival in Vienna yesterday morning has gone. Here in the hotel bar on the second afternoon I feel no excitement. Quite a miserable night. It was my fault, of course: I started drinking at 12 midday, unable to control my excitement, so by 5pm I was already fucked (metaphorically only). I forced myself to struggle on to 8 to try to find something to do but in vain. I was shocked to find Pour Platin—where I lost my Vienna virginity—gone. I mean it is not just closed still, and dark; or not just taken over by a different business; I mean the entire lot has been knocked down. A huge gap in the Gurtel where it used to be, and 50 yards back in the distance, the backs of the houses in the next street. It is like in Star Wars when they come out of hyperspace to find Alderaan gone, just an asteroid storm of rubble where it used to be. There is just bits of rubble where Pour Platin used to be. This is very upsetting to me. Pour Platin gave me my one great night in Vienna, back in 2005. It is still the only time I have ever made love in Vienna. Practically the entire left side of the Gurtel is a wasteland. The Erotic Peep Show on the corner of Menzelstraße was appalling, none of the kabins worked properly, the buttons unusable. I walked all the way back down and the only other place was the Laufhaus 599 which had no one worth seeing. So that was my night in Vienna. I think I am going to have to force myself to seek further afield, away from the Gurtel, to the places I crossed off of my list before leaving home. We will see if this trip can be rescued.

It is not only women who look more beautiful when you start drinking: music sounds better too

December 29, 2016 § Leave a comment

It is not only women who look more beautiful when you start drinking: music sounds better, too.

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On all my previous visits to Berlin on the ‘Wild Hunt’ I would drink in my hotel bar right up until midnight or 1AM and only then head out into the night towards Stuttgarter Platz

December 10, 2016 § Leave a comment

On all my previous visits to Berlin on the ‘Wild Hunt’ I would drink in my hotel bar right up until midnight or 1AM, and only then head out into the night towards Stuttgarter Platz. I think I was shy in those days and wanted to wait until the streets were as clear as possible. On this trip I could not wait to get out and get the night started and over with! I was champing at the bit looking at my watch, 4PM, 5PM is it too early to start drinking in the hotel bar yet bearing in mind none of the places I wanted to go to opened till 9PM, or at least 8PM for a couple of them? As soon as it got to 8-830PM I was out the hotel and heading to the first place. So it was I got to Chez Michelle just as they opened their doors and before they have even turned their lights on inside, and just one girl had assumed her place at the bar and she was not my type. The doorman tried to charge me 20 Euros and no free drink, but I managed to convince him to throw in one free drink. I sat at the bar close to the door and admired the magnificent glowing 18th century erotic engravings covering the wall in that corner. I would love to know who the artist was, I would say he was English. Leaving there as quickly as I could finish my beer, I got the bus down Martin-Luther-Straße to Lustgarten. Lots of girls but once again I felt it was too early, and they had to prod one girl to get up on stage and do a dance. Again I left as quickly as I could finish my beer. I got the bus back to Zoo, passing Caligula which I will no doubt try on some future visit, and another bus up Ku’Damm. The old Sarah Young videokabin place has been turned into just a huge erotic DVD store, so boring.

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So it begins. I have left my room to begin my last night in Berlin. I actually feel incredibly nervous

December 8, 2016 § Leave a comment

So it begins. I have left my room to begin my last night in Berlin. I actually feel incredibly nervous. My heart is racing and my hands are shaking. It is good to feel nervous like this; like an actor or a sportsman you need to be a little bit nervous in order to have a good night. Already the first Kindl feels sharper and colder than the one I had last night. Yesterday I was saturated with beer before the evening even began, and I had to give up. That means there are now so many places I need to try to get to tonight. That is the thing about Berlin, there are always so many more places to discover. In London there is nothing for me anymore. Just the —— and that has almost died a death.

I no longer care about the art museums, Nefertiti, Ishtar Gate, Caravaggio

December 7, 2016 § Leave a comment

I no longer care about the art museums, Nefertiti, Ishtar Gate, Caravaggio, when I travel; I just want to drink, and eat.

I was drinking in the hotel bar for a few hours in the end enjoying the Berliner Kindl so much and the scary thing is I have absolutely no memory of leaving

December 7, 2016 § Leave a comment

I was drinking in the hotel bar for a few hours in the end, enjoying the Berliner Kindl so much, and the scary thing is I have absolutely no memory of leaving, or in which direction I turned when I did. My memory starts when I was around Mommsenstraße and Windscheidstraße looking for the Berlin Erotic Centre. BEC itself was a massive disappointment. The store seems to have doubled in size and left just one tiny little corner for the kabins, and the film selection was so small and poor. Mon Cheri was closed, of course, and the only place open in that stretch was Stutti (or is it called Chocolat), just the barmaid. She says the three girls had already gone to a hotel with three businessmen about 10 minutes before I arrived. There was a sexy Turkish woman in black dress outside Sissi Bar, and a sexy blonde outside Monte Carlo, but I pressed on to Club 77 and never came back. The walk back to the hotel afterwards seemed unbelievably long and took forever and I could not believe I had walked all this way before, and as I say, had absolutely no memory of even leaving the hotel.

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