Met Joao at Covent Garden at 6ish. Wandered a bit and chatted some, went to the café in the gardens at Embankment so he could watch me eat messily, which was nice. He only took the piss a little. Grr. Still, his English was very good considering he’s only been here 4 times before. Talked lots about everything from ladyboys to hairloss. Was cool. Took him to Retro, he sang Anastacia amazingly (considering it was in the wrong key) -Sal asked if he could be his groupie - I did Bowie adequately. He told me he thought I looked cute and vulnerable on stage, which was sweet. He knows I’m shy and so made me make the first moves. Grr. I kissed him, which was cool. He’s a good kisser, and knows it. So am I but at least I don’t tell people when I snog ’em He had to get back to his friend’s place and so I walked him back to Embankment and said goodnight. He’s over for 2 weeks and so we’re going to try and meet up again whilst he’s here... He’s a big HR Giger fan, like me, thinks too much, has drive, his band have covered “Running Up That Hill” apparently to the approval of Kate herself...cor...I could go on a bit really...but I shan’t gush (well, any more than I am). Sex on legs about covers it ref:Sal brought Guillermo to Retro. His ickle annoying brother. Who, much to Owen’s disgust, got cute in the last 4 years and is still straight. *titter* Stumbled off to the Swan after, with Adam and notdan for strippers. Giggled at scary old rich man surrounded by paid for chicken. Bless. Home and then bed...2am, urg. I am so going to fall asleep at my desk...