Boring day of tidying up stuff at work. Went out last night with kingdingaling to the sauna in Streatham on the spur of the moment, as they have a bears night on Tuesdays. Streatham high street is big. Huge. Massive. Vast. Long. Never again will I arrange to meet someone on it. Took about 15 minutes to find each other. Gah! Spent a few hours being stalked by a short fat chinese bloke, which was worrying. Reminded me of the little podgy girl in Donnie Darko. Probably had breasts of a similar size and shape too... Chris managed to end up under about 5 people for a few hours, so I chilled out, had a jacuzzi, wandered around, ate biscuits, watched extremely crap television (something called Angels or summat?) and generally fretted about where the buggery hell Chris had got to and whether or not I was going to miss my train. Chris offered to give me a lift to something more closely resembling London, and as it was about 23:15 I accepted as I suspected I’d probably have missed my train - so we promptly got completely lost trying to find Lewisham. Bah. Chris drives like a madman. It was fun, even though it did involve an Evil Car. So I got to bed at about 1am - I am now officially knackered and suspect I may have to buy matches at lunchtime to keep my eyelids open. Oh the fun