All I like doing on my days off now is drinking and watching the girls strip. There is nothing else. No more cinema. Though I would like to see Taxi Driver at the Empire. And Rebels & Martyrs at the National Gallery.
What name can I give to Sunset Strip? The Cotton Club? The Black Feathers Club? The Tallulah Club?
I am eccentric and wild. I work as a Night Manager in a quiet West End hotel, living like a church mouse. Heavily in debt I spend all my money on drinking & strippers & occasionally whores, while writing my books. Whenever anyone meets me they are concerned and shocked “Are you alright?” “What’s wrong?” “You are unhappy” “You seem distant, and not relaxed?” “Cheer up, mate. It’s not that bad!”
Whenever Jodie Foster’s Tallulah comes on, I feel all the love in the world engulf me. The love of my life that I feel in those places despite the derision that they gradually start to feel for me when they get nothing out of me, how derisive —— is! I feel like going next Tuesday just to spite her. But no, that is not me. The love of being drunk, and increasingly lost in myself. That is when I am happiest, and feel most loved, and comforted. I had to make do with that for the first year of my life. Oh if only I could travel again! To Vienna, Berlin, Brussels, yes even Munich, and Oslo, and Budapest.
What name can I give to Sunset Strip? The Cotton Club? The Black Feathers Club? The Tallulah Club?
I am eccentric and wild. I work as a Night Manager in a quiet West End hotel, living like a church mouse. Heavily in debt I spend all my money on drinking & strippers & occasionally whores, while writing my books. Whenever anyone meets me they are concerned and shocked “Are you alright?” “What’s wrong?” “You are unhappy” “You seem distant, and not relaxed?” “Cheer up, mate. It’s not that bad!”
Whenever Jodie Foster’s Tallulah comes on, I feel all the love in the world engulf me. The love of my life that I feel in those places despite the derision that they gradually start to feel for me when they get nothing out of me, how derisive —— is! I feel like going next Tuesday just to spite her. But no, that is not me. The love of being drunk, and increasingly lost in myself. That is when I am happiest, and feel most loved, and comforted. I had to make do with that for the first year of my life. Oh if only I could travel again! To Vienna, Berlin, Brussels, yes even Munich, and Oslo, and Budapest.
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