November 28, 2016 §
In such a small area of Brussels are all the places I love: Hotel le Dôme, Brussels Grill, Hotel Max, Ciné ABC, Ciné Paris, McDonald’s, Gascogne, (California now gone), Empire strip club. And a very short walk north is Gare du Nord and the window girls, the beautiful Esmeraldas of the Rue d’Aerschot. (A very short walk south will bring you to the Hotel Metropole (last of the great 19th century hotels still existing in Brussels), La Monnaie, the Bourse, O’Reilly’s Irish pub, American Guest Bar). Brussels does not have enough to recommend it on its own, but it is great to spend a first night there before getting the train across Europe to somewhere else, or, even better, to spend a last night here on the way home from somewhere else. It is great to be watching pornography in the city of Horta.
November 26, 2016 §
Lulu was a massive disappointment. It sucked 2 hours out of my night (I left at the first interval) and I never got the excitement back try as I might. Ciné ABC and Ciné Paris were both great. The 1970s hairy pornography of the ABC followed by the Marc Dorcel high-class erotica of the Paris. I should have stayed. Leaving Lulu, I headed straight to Gare du Nord. The window girls of the Rue d’Aerschot are the most beautiful Esmeraldas I have ever seen in my life. Every one of them is like supermodel or actress beautiful. Just the environment is so shabby and threatening! In Berlin sex is everywhere but they have no girls as beautiful as this; but the environment is much nicer. Nice art nouveau bars you can sit with the girls in first. From there back to Empire. Empire is a really mediocre strip club, with mediocre girls. Similar to Munich’s Atlantic City but the Atlantic City always has 2 or 3 real stars; not here at the Empire. And each small beer costs 10 euros! The one great and clever thing they do is not charge you to enter. This is so sensible—it makes it easy to drop in and check out what the place is like. Gascogne should adopt this method, and they might not be empty every night.
October 23, 2016 §
So the best memories of this trip—the Nadine Jansen films in Rosa Luxemburg kino and the Ciné Paris. That says it all. He just sits there slapping that fruit machine button like a retard. I will return to Soho cinema at the first opportunity, and check out Alex, Vanessa, and Katy. I have three days more off in London. The boyfriend might even be the manager. He certainly takes a quite proprietorial attitude to the place, and to her. Still the slap-slap-slap. Does he do this from opening time to closing time? This bar would be absolutely lovely without that idiot at the machines. The other best memories are the new paintings I saw in the Berlinische and the Brohan Museums.