Looong day at work. So much to do before 5pm tomorrow. Project managers getting in a flap. Fun Fun Fun! Chris is leaving work to go travelling the world. Lucky sod! So now Rach has to find a night that we can all manage to say byebye. The search continues... Left work roughly on time and got a bus to Shepherd’s Bush to meet Dan and his mate Britney. Still not sure if that’s her porn name or not Went to Retro, where Dan got IDd (*snigger*) and Britney, who is 18 but younger than him, didn’t. He seemed unimpressed until he got hooked on Breakout on the table game. Some people had too much time on their hands as a kid... Neither him or I were drinking so we settled for getting Britney drunk on Malibu and Coke. Somewhat helped by a drunk Jimmy who was apparently buying her doubles. Nawty. After a small drama and many evil glares from a nosey gossip queen we fucked off and I took ’em back to Northolt. Sorta didn’t get around to leaving in time for my train so sorta stayed the night. We were being a bit silly with phones, logged on to mantalk or some other chat line and posed as a TV called Katie from America in London...got talking to a very exciteable bloke in the Thistle at Charing Cross...and collapsed in fits of giggles. Oh how childish. But hey Bugger all sleep, but got up on time, ordered a cab for quarter to eight, left the flat. Stood outside the flat for FORTY FIVE FUCKING MINUTES waiting for the cab. Grr. 10mins late for work. Rah! And now my back hurts unbelievably and I have no idea why