Looong weekend. Firstly I wrote the messagecentre, which I’m very very proud of (sad, I know) because it looks and feels pretty much like an email client and is quite lovely - Got in Friday at 7pm and finished coding at 4am - still had to tweak bits on the Saturday but other than that it was all cool! Having done litte else other than code like a bastard on Saturday and play around online, I decided to go out. My bank balance however had different ideas. I was a bit pissed off, as Drew was going to XXL and had informed me that it was shagtags - always entertaining! Grumbled a bit online before actually checking my wallet and finding £10 in it. So, armed with this and the knowledge that XXL now accept creditcards I wandered off to find a bus. Arrived at XXL at a little after 11pm, somewhat shocked and amazed by the size of the queue. Thank fuck I renewed my membership the week before, as the members queue was only 5 people long... LOADS of people there. Not helped by the DJ playing shite at the start of the evening, as it meant the two bars were packed and the dancefloor was empty. Wandered about a bit, recognised no-one at all...sat in the garden some, but it was a little chilly, but the rest of the place was still too packed so I ended up back there again and again throughout the evening. Drew arrived, Daz in tow...Drew was looking like shit (bless) as he’d been out the night before and hadn’t slept at all - he’d also just been dumped by the guy he was meant to be meeting at XXL and then that guy had decided to get off with someone else in front of him, which wasn’t very friendly So we chatted some, then wandered off and collapsed into one of the huge sofas that have been strategically installed all over the club. Daz sipping Red Bull and munching crisps, Drew snorting poppers, me sipping bitter. Got a cashback, egg kindly let me have £20. Drew bought me a drink too. Got no messages on the slag tag board. I guess I’m just not gorgeous enough. Wandered about some, Drew by this point was high on poppers and gin and flailing his arms about on the stage at the end of the dancefloor, with Daz peeling bears off him from time to time. Kinda surreal really - suspected that Daz was jealous of Drew and other blokes, but it turns out that Daz has a boyfriend who was there too, so I have no idea what the fuck was going on there. I elected to just not pay attention. Drew had brought a mate called Abdul in from work and was showing him as much gay life as possible (or something), and so he was wandering about in the darkroom for most of the evening... I went to get more cashback on my card, but the barman buggered it up by forgetting the cashback and then cancelling the transaction incorrectly (pressing the “signature doesn’t match” button or something) which lead to me not being able to use the card, as when he put the payment through again with the £10 cashback it didn’t work. So he gave me a pint free I was being good tho, no repeat performance of last week’s alcohol induced shenanigans - I paced myself well and still wasn’t very pissed come 4am, which was quite impressive considering I’m me Daz left, Drew went to hoist Abdul out of the darkroom, and then he took us to Chariots IV, which was interesting. He got us a lift there with another bloke who’s name I didn’t catch. I was directing us. Woops. I’m crap at directions at the best of time, but when I’m a) half pissed and b) taking us somewhere I’ve only ever cycled to it’s somewhat amusing. I’d not realised how much of an arse the one way system is round my part of London, most of it is two way for cycles! I’ve never been to that kind of sauna before...it was seedy in bits, as I expected, but in other bits it was just like a health club is meant to be Sat in the steam room a bit, but it was much too hot, went and jacuzzied for a time too, which was nice. They were playing Priscilla, Queen of the Desert in the<