You can settle down to married life and settle down to not travelling anymore in ice and high mountains

January 7, 2017 § Leave a comment

You can settle down to married life, and settle down to not travelling anymore, in ice and high mountains, and settle down to not going to strip clubs, and prostitutes, and adult cinemas anymore; but then you might be tempted to feel you have settled down to slippers and a blanket over your knees, you have settled down to your coffin. Some people are not cut out for married life, as curative as it is for your soul and your spirit. Oh but how totally bored and miserable I was for four days in Vienna—Vienna! capital of Viennese Eroticism! city of Schoenberg, Berg, Webern, Karl Kraus! Not one single full erection in the entire duration of my stay no matter how hard I tried. How totally bored and miserable I was on the two day trip to Brussels and Cologne the year before! Again not one single full erection during the entire duration. You carry the weather with you. I am sad to have left her behind. From the moment my door closes behind me I am sad to be leaving her behind.
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As you can see I am obsessed with those nights I spent in Vienna, Berlin and Munich

January 2, 2017 § Leave a comment

As you can see, I am obsessed with those nights I spent in Vienna, Berlin and Munich. It is like I am still living in them. I go back to experience them again but am disappointed. Those places have gone and I have changed too. The ice has retreated across Europe but the ice has retreated inside my heart, inside my soul, as well. Love is in my life now, and that has melted my great glaciers, my icy peaks, my icecaps. Now my rivers are starting to flow and surge, my empty valley beds are filling again, and my land is becoming green and lush, like Madeira. Yet still I keep thinking about those nights in Vienna, Berlin and Munich. I go back out of nostalgia, to see if there is anything at all of the old erotic breathless excitement I can squeeze out of them like a sponge. A few cold drops is all.

Not only did the Esmeraldas of Vienna throw themselves at me like moths bashing their brains out against a lighthouse

January 2, 2017 § Leave a comment

Not only did the Esmeraldas of Vienna throw themselves at me like moths bashing their brains out against a lighthouse, me completely unmoved by their erotic blandishments, but on the other side of the coin I threw myself at Vienna like a moth bashing my brains out against the lighthouse. I navigate by the light of the moon, and my moons are Berlin, Munich and Brussels (no longer Vienna, I think). Anyway whether Vienna was a failed visit or not, travelling has brought me back to life again. My mind is working again, my great rivers are flowing again and threatening to flood their banks! My pulsing, surging torrents, my Niles, my Rhines, my Mississippis are irrigating my long dried up lands! Dry valleys and riverbeds are flowing with water once more! Everything is starting to be dark green and lush again, like Madeira! Storm-tossed, storm-lashed, dark green Madeira! Where I think me and -—- had our best moments! When I am exiled like Napoleon I want to be exiled and imprisoned on Madeira.

I already said I would only go to Munich for a night if I was going straight on somewhere else afterwards

January 1, 2017 § Leave a comment

I already said I would only go to Munich for a night if I was going straight on somewhere else afterwards, and I would only go to Brussels for a night if I was going straight on somewhere else afterwards; but for Vienna, I don’t think I can even say that. I cannot. There is no point even stopping over there for a night now–-there is no Esmeralda I like, no restaurant I like, no pub I like. It is just a place of sadness and ennui now. It reminds me of the sad parts of Bad Timing, when it used to be the crazy hedonistic sexy bits. I had three memorable trips to Vienna—2001 when I came over myself in white waves on my way to Norway, 2002 where I met and fell in love with the 18-year-old Swedish barmaids Lotta and Sophia, and 2005 where I finally lost my Vienna virginity to Maria in Pour Platin. Since then, nothing.

There were so many great songs I saw on TV on my arrival in Vienna

January 1, 2017 § Leave a comment

There were so many great songs I saw on TV on my arrival in Vienna, which I now have on my ipod, but oh wouldn’t these songs have been so much greater if I could have seen some strippers dancing to them. I did nothing naughty in Vienna anyway, in a city where there is so many places to go if you want that kind of thing, so I might as well have gone to Munich where that kind of thing is not on offer, but they do at least have at least one much loved strip club.

Will I retrospectively look back on this trip to Vienna and decide it was NOT so bad after all as I usually do?

January 1, 2017 § Leave a comment

Will I retrospectively look back on this trip to Vienna and decide it was NOT so bad after all, as I usually do? And start to want to go straight back again? I really do not think so. I think if there was anything I would do different is that I would spend MORE time drinking in the hotel bar, and less time travelling across Vienna to anywhere else. Drink as much as I can in the hotel bar, go next door to the Guesthaus on the corner for food (or station McDonald’s). Pour Platin was always in the perfect position for the drunken end to the night, just 50 feet or so from the hotel. Perhaps I could try again at Tete a Tete. If I could be turned on enough in ML Revue beforehand perhaps I could finally finally take one of those Tete a Tete girls into a room. Forget the rest of the Gurtel, it is a waste of time. It is Tete a Tete or nothing. I will return though on the No.6 tram to Favoritenstraße. Actually just around the corner from the Fortuna Kino was an Irish Pub and and an English pub in the same street. Perhaps that could become a new centre in Vienna. And the studio flats of Cora, Daria and Irina are just around another corner in Triesterstraße. Perhaps I did miss my chance of a good time in Vienna. You see! I am retrospectively making Vienna out to be so much better than it felt when I was there! I am talking myself into going back. I think wasting so much time in the Gurtel did drain all my energy and dispirit me. I should focus my activities in short sharp bursts, small distances with maximum effect.

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