What an empty night—the second in a row (1st June 2006)

What an empty night—the second in a row. Just one in a boring Calcutta, because Ariodante started at 7. In Handel they sing every phrase six times, with increasing amounts of vibrato, in contrast to the concision & brevity of The Makropulos Case. I couldn’t take any more of it. In the Lemon Tree the one who looks like the daughter but not the massive breasted white T-shirt girl. Had two halves & went back to Calcutta. Nothing doing there either, so I gave up. Then blow me as I was heading out the door, a gorgeous brunette in tight green top with big breasts comes in. I made such deep eye contact with her, that she eventually smiled & said thanks. I so much wanted to go back in to ogle her some more but resisted as I was so hungry. Once again I saw that blonde girl with her bicyclist boyfriend as I was leaving the flat. It is quite uncanny how often I see them. This time I looked deep into her gaze and held it until we said hello & smiled. Home tomorrow, then back for Duke Bluebeard? Where is the excitement? I am hungry for a girlfriend now.

I can never seem to contemplate my approaching days off without thinking only of strippers (22nd May 2006)

I can never seem to contemplate my approaching days off without thinking only of strippers. I am addicted. They are my fix that I have to have every week. I suppose it is an improvement that I am now going just once a week, to Sunset Strip, rather than the three or four times a week as I was to the Scotsman. I make up the slack with Sunset Cinema and Pamela, however. The intensity of the last couple of weeks, Melani & Elektra & Sunset & Pamela on Wednesdays, followed by ENO and the Lemon Tree barmaid on Thursdays make it a very powerful drug, a very powerful fix, and means the addiction is getting worse. After such highs I keep needing at least the same highs, and then always more. So how can I just go home this week! Of course I will need Melani on Wednesday and of course I will need the Old Axe and White Horse on Friday and maybe even ENO as well.

The Makropulos Case was good (18th May 2006)

The Makropulos Case was good. One of the best things I have seen at the ENO in 14 years. Each act was very short with two intervals which meant I could go down to the Lemon Tree three times! The first time I went in and in corner of my eye I saw the white top barmaid from before bending over, this time not in a open shirt but a tight white T-shirt over straining bra. My eyes popped out of my head, my heart burst out of my chest, my cock burst out of my trousers. I admired her very much every time she went collecting glasses. The second time I went for a half the two girls were talking & when I caught their attention white top did a pose, as if to say oh sir how can I help you! She was so red hot. Her hair was up in a ponytail this time but I am sure it is the same one. The sexiest barmaid in London. The Lemon Tree does it every time. I will definitely go back to see The Makropulos Case again, just so I can go back to the Lemon Tree. I have spent £462 in two weeks. There can be no more Pamela or cinema. I don’t know. I feel crazy about all the money I am spending now. I must get my life in order.

I overdid it at the Lemon Tree last night (12th May 2006)

I overdid it at the Lemon Tree last night, that is why I felt so bad this morning & did not want to get up. That brown wavy bob girl in tightest white blouse busting out over that huge deep cleavage, and nipples actually poking through. When she gave me my change she pressed her other hand under mine the way Diana used to do. La Belle Helene was so sexy for the two voluptuous chorus girls and the two scantily clad girls at the front, 

Parthoenis Amy Freston

Leoena Claire Wild 

not to mention so many huge voluptuous breasted girls in the audience. I just like looking, I don’t like to be with anyone. After the opera finished I should have gone straight home but I had to see those breasts of the barmaid again, and went in for 2 more pints. This was a mistake. By the end as I came out of toilet & passed her collecting glasses, she didn’t even smile.

I am proud of being anti-social. That is an important thing to say (11th May 2006)

I am proud of being anti-social. That is an important thing to say. I am proud of the way I am. I am different but that is OK. Massive-breasted girl in tight white blouse behind Lemon Tree bar. Brown bob, sexy, deep valley of cleavage. Her blouse is so tight the left nipple pokes through so clearly. How fucking sexy. I should drink here before going to whore & I would come every time. And as usual, so many huge-breasted girls in the pub as well. Another brown-haired girl in tight white blouse absolutely tearing open with the size of her breasts. Opera is about sex as I always said. The two tarty girls in red & black in La Belle Helene were so horny, and the huge-breasted chorus brunette in pink, and the other bouncy breast chorus girl in yellow bikini. The sexiest thing at ENO for years.