Friday night involved me going out for a quiet drink after work. Yeah right! Met up with Kas after work as she wanted to give me photos for her site - it’s going well, and quite pretty. Am using one of Tom’s eyeballs, hope he doesn’t mind... Arrived at the Swan at about midnight to find a (ww)Chris there with a bloke called Rich I’d chatted to before. Who was wearing wipe clean leather trousers. Grrr After a few vodkas and cokes I bumped into Many of Out. They let me join in their conversations even though I left out because I was socially inept. It was very sweet of them. Met Bell the Cat and tried to explain through much vodka exactly why HLS pisses me off, and why the concept of a place solely designed to carve up ickle fluffy bunnies for hard cash was (IMHO) a very bad idea. Don’t think I managed it, but he did tell me I was lovely and ask that I rejoin Out...which was quite sweet Encountered (ww)Chris dirty dancing (snuggles on here) with some oriental woman thing he’d found on the stage at the swan. This drove me to more drink. Bad bad bad me. Rich seemed to want to spend most of the evening in the toilet (ahem) with a “friend” and so didn’t get to chat to him as much as I wanted, although I came to suspect the wipe cleanness of his trousers might have been on purpose. Staggered back to the flat at just after 3am, chatted to Rich a bit on MSN, went to bed, got woken up at 6:40 by my alarm because I was too drunk to remember to turn it off for the weekend. D’oh. So got up at about 11 and spent the whole day doing absolutely none of the things I was meant to be doing. James came over at about 8:15pm, he had been delayed trainwise, so we ended up two hours late for the party. Smess came, briefly, b4 work, which was good. Lots of people I’d not seen in a while were there as well, which was very nice. Managed to avoid talking to all the right people, although I’m very sure they were avoiding me too, which is just the way I like it. Most said phrase - “Have you seen the ladies’? It’s gorgeous” Least said phrase - “Anyone seen my pint” Must remember to ask Ollie how it went with the “str8” boy he was taking home Everyone went on to Heaven/Sports Kit Night after, cept me an James who staggered home (he’d had a whole pitcher of V&Red Bull all to himself) and then went to bed by midnight. Up at about nine, knackered, but had family visiting. They picked me up at about half eleven and we buggered off to Spitalfields to wander about the market. Ate chinese, ate a cheese and mushroom crepe. Wondered how onion got in it. We then went off to visit David Blaine, just so Oliver could get pics taken near him with the videophone thingy. Bless. Christian (the ickle ickle babbeh) seemed somewhat scared by me. Which was nice, as it meant that he stopped crying and just looked worried whenever he was handed to me. Peaceful. Max is bigger, walking, very smiley and really quite loud these days. They have something called a “Buggy Board” that attaches to the back of the buggy, which means that Max was stood up at the back, hanging on to the handles as we took it in turn to push him along. He seemed to like leaning back rather a lot and managed to upend the buggy accidentally whilst on Petticoat Lane. As the centre of gravity was by his feet and Christian’s quite heavy, he went over slowly, his hood catching his head instead of the pavement. He ended up laying on the ground for a good few seconds with a shocked look on his face, before the fear kicked in and he started crying. I couldn’t stop giggling though, which was a little bad of me Wandered up to Browns, where I had baked camenbert again. Mmm. Small children all had chips (well, Essex, hello?) and I made Oliver try some of the camenbert with bread. He was very impressed. Tho I forgot there were meant to be garlic chunks in it and ended up munching a whole clove righ