November 26, 2017 §
I have got £13,500 credit and I owe £5,900. With this Vienna holiday that will increase temporarily, but so what? It is just like taking out a loan. I have taken out a £5,900 loan which I will pay back when I come back from Vienna. And with this loan I am doing amazing, extraordinary things. Burning bright like a firefly. You have to push yourself to the edge. It is only there that you can observe things & record your observations. I am excited about going to work from now, because my journey to Vienna has already started. Remember how I always used to enjoy going to work because it was just getting me through the two or three weeks till I could get back to Munich again, or get back to Berlin again, or get back to Vienna again? Am I really spending hundreds of pounds going all the way to Vienna just to have sex? The sex with the Vienna and Berlin whores is more expensive but it is better. They will do anything. Remember how Yulia, Riccarda, Maria, Diana, did absolutely everything? You do not get that in Soho. Once you have paid your 100 euros you do get an absolutely mindblowing experience. Now watching the Alizee J’en ai Marre video I know why I travel. If I had never travelled I would never have seen that video. If I had not gone to Berlin and bought the Observer that Sunday in the Café am Zoo I would never have discovered the Libertines. If I had not gone back to Brussels I would never have discovered Elena Prokina. Travel enriches you so much. Just as the flat costs me a lot of money but it would be a false economy to give it up, so travelling costs me a lot of money but it too would be a false economy to give it up. That night coming away from Katarina & her Wild Stallions with such a huge erection in my trousers it still had not gone down by the time I crossed the leaf-carpeted Ku’damm. Meeting Clarisse in Brussels. On a wild goose chase to Nuremberg to look for Viktoriya I met the incredible Martina with the most enormous breasts I have ever seen in my life.
December 31, 2016 §
So no, I did not manage to crack the Vienna nut, and never will now. There feels nothing here for me. I have not found even one, or two places, to make me feel at home here. The hotel meal was poor and the Augustinerkeller meal was even worse. A relief to grab a McDonald’s from Westbahnhof on my way back tonight. I did manage to find my way to Fortuna Kino in Favoritenstraße. At last, a good old-fashioned adult cinema, and a good Italian film. I think Italian pornography is the best. At last, finally, I managed to sustain a full erection. It took me three nights to even manage a proper erection—that says it all. The Gurtel was meant to be the biggest red light district in Vienna, and back in the snow in 2005 I came down it and was going in one club after another, they never seemed to end. And to find the only place where I slept with a girl in Vienna totally gone, an empty lot where it used to be, was particularly disspiriting, and is really a great symbol of how pointless this trip now feels. As much as I love this hotel, I will never come to Vienna again. Good riddance, they cry!
September 17, 2016 §
At last, a genuine erection! No stars among the Atlantic City dancers, but the girl behind the bar was so voluptuous and gorgeous. How often the best looking girl in a club is the barmaid. She looks like Orsolya, all in black, with big cleavage, so sexy. I bought her a beer and she accepted. Thinking about her this morning.
September 15, 2016 §
A dark, wet and windy 5am Tuesday start to my latest trip. I don’t have the money to lavish on these trips anymore. I think that is part of the reason they are not so enjoyable anymore. Every 1 pound I earn buys me a naked dance from a sex dancer. It is the feeling that all her friends are always spying on me in London that drives me back to the continent—to be a nobody again. Will I see one great huge breasted-girl on this trip? A Martini, an Emily, a Clarisse, an Olga & Alla, a Yulia, a Diana. Will I find someone as pretty as a —–? Will I have one genuine erection this time? There have been some big breasts in London, but I am not free to enjoy them in London anymore, so I must resume my travels. Perhaps a return to the Mona Lisa of Munich, Die Sunde, will restore my sensual fortunes. Wonderful September dark autumnal weather anyway. It was on a day like this that I went to my first ever strip club and saw my first ever naked woman. The train is stuck at the entrance to the tunnel again—a Freudian omen that will escape no one, the same thing that happened to me the second time I ever travelled. I am in great danger of missing my connection to Munich. Sometimes it is only in setbacks that great new things are discovered. If I had not had my card stolen in Brussels in 2002 I would never have met Martina in Nuremberg. If I had not missed my connection to Vienna I would never have spent my first night in a Brussels hotel.
September 12, 2016 §
So the highlights of this holiday were the Turkish blonde newsreader on TRT [I did not go out in Brussels Monday night because I thought I would keep my powder dry for Cologne, but I needn’t have worried] and the incredible blonde ponytail girl in green cowl neck top over massive huge tits in Koln Hbf. I have never seen so many pretty girls in a station as I saw in the Hbf last night. I have not had one genuine unforced erection on this entire trip, remaining in a state of flaccidness the whole time. So what for my September trip—it has to be Frankfurt or Berlin, where one is guaranteed some bang for one’s buck. Nostalgia may take me first to Munich, for the same feeble girls I saw in Stardust last night? So far for so little point. What is the use of travelling at all. To live in suspension, that is all. In an unreal bubble. I saw there were some videokabins in Dr Muellers in Hohenzollern but Hohenzollernring is the busy beating heart of Cologne nightlife, so nothing at all private about it. On the way back to the hotel I saw another place in Friesenwall, Café Manouche, with a quite sexy looking girl sitting at the bar, but I was so depressed and pissed off by now, I did not go in. Cologne is no town for dirty old men. And finally my little pen has run out.