Went to the swan with Danny...drank too much...think I was trying and failing to catch him up Some lovely people entered the amateur strip...an American bloke who wanked at the end, which was nawty...very well hung tho Strangely, Danny ended up trying to pull him - the American bloke had to leave tho (he was called “Hunter” apparently - I suspect he may have told a porkie ). He should have won, but an undynamic hairdresser with a fake tan pipped him to the post. There’s no accounting for taste! The American leaving didn’t seem to deter Danny tho, he went on and chatted up and pulled one of the other runners up, a lovely Spanish lad called Diego, who apparently is a neighbour of mine, living not 200 yards from my flat. So Danny was happy I got to use my first “I’m a photographer” card too...gave a bloke there my card who’d recognised me from the net and wants some pics doing for his portfolio...should be fun. So no Danny on my sofa, tho Diego seemed desperate to make sure I thought Danny’d be ok, gave me his number and everything, and when I texted him to give him mine, phoned me to tell me Danny was ok and to let me speak to him. Curious. He’s either very kind and caring or a certified axe murderer. Not sure which, but he seemed ok