TJ got older and drank too much. Sunin came to London and we all went sex toy shopping. Wil and Gav came back from Paris and were bemused by not being able to drink beer in Retro after 11. We did CXR (this was the Thursday night) - a quiet drink until TJ and Danny and the rest of the world arrived. This was just after X3, which was a bit shit really, tho flying bridges were cool. Someone should have bought them a script instead of a few set pieces and some loosely linked words. Hit midnight and we all wished TJ a happy birthday as now it was technically Friday. Lloyd was there too, managed to pull (again) a large man who looked like he’d escaped from a WWF smackdown. He was lovely though, and I’m not just saying that because Lloyd’s making him join here and he’s bigger than me. Wil and Gav decided to crash at mine instead of wherever it was that they were gonna crash. So I got to sleep at about 3:30. TJ apparently walked in on them shagging, the dirty bitch. Yay! No more roadworks slowing me down! Work on Friday — got plenty done, even though I was a bit shattered. Went to Retro after to see people and await Sunin. He arrived and we took a drunken Mogwai home via Wings Buffet for birthday dinner. He wasn’t *that* drunken until after I went to bed. I got up at 8:30 on Saturday to find him still swigging wine. Told him off, lots. Left him and Sunin peeling off their hangovers and headed to Barking to the fatperson shop to buy some jeans. Bought 3 pairs (one were american 3/4 length shorts) and headed back via an encounter with a Dalek. I survived. Took my bike into the bike shop. £60 for two new tyres, wheels, innertubes, brakes and back cluster. Pretty damn good deal. Said it’d probably be ready Monday. Having decided I was fed up with being late everywhere whenever other gays were involved, I planned carefully what we’d be doing for the rest of the day, and for the most part we stuck to it. Went to Londinium and went filth shopping. It was shitting it down, so failed to find anywhere nice for food other than the food hall in the shopping arcade on Oxford St. We got very very impressively wet. Went to JJB sports because I wanted some insoles for my boots (oh the comedy). It’s a basement, it’s way too overstocked, there’s no markings for the single exit and it’s not air conditioned. I suspect that that’s what hell feels like. After food we went to RoB to filthshop. Sunin bought an inflateable penis which didn’t work. I have to go back this week and sort it. Feh. “Excuse me, this penis is faulty...”. Headed back home, where I did something a little different with my look. Even TJ said I looked younger. Go me... As we were running late we failed to do Pizza express and simply went home, changed and came back. Got to Retro in time for TJ to decide to collapse in a corner and then give up and go home. Guess he’s getting old... Dragged people with us to XXL via Tescos for crap food, had a really really good night. Chatted to Mario about some stuff, the freaks met Jay, saiid hello to Drew, all kinds. Taught Lloyd about darkrooms (giggle). Saw Daz, Jay and Sunin naked, scary. Lloyd couldn’t get over how good I looked. Giggle We left XXL at about 4:30. Sunin was drunk, the rest of us sober. Went via a 24hr garage for bacon and cooked a fryup, ate it then went to bed. Sunday we decided to do more filth shopping, this time at Regulation, somewhere near Old Street. Took the boys to Spitalfields — it’s so lovely there. Looked at musical instruments (accoustic bass, electric double bass...mmm) and found a crypt too. Lounged about there a bit, then wandered through everything to Shoreditch station so we could go to Old St. Would have been quicker to walk but my feet hurt. Found food and then went to Regulation. Fantastic shop, really needs a coffee bar though. Sunin bought a harness. TJ bought a studded wrist band (well, it was shiny and he’s a gay). I thought about buyi