Have just read my friend Boo’s diary entry concerning Friday night when she and my other friend Liam came back to mine after the Rhythm Factory. Was very sweet of her to say that my room was cosy etc. What she didn’t mention was that I forced them to listen to David Bowie’s Greatest Hits 1964-1979 with an endless running commentary from me on each song. Liam just had a smoke and ignored me ( I think he switched off around ’66), but Boo put up with me till 4ish when she went to get the night bus.

It was lovely of her to humour me, especially as she’s heard it all many, many times before. Once Boo left, me and Liam curled up and went to sleep and then went for a pub lunch with Egg in the morning. That was quite enjoyable until a dribbling old man came and gave us some wise words (eg drunken nonsense). The pub was a Wetherspoons so I wasn’t that surprised at the dribbler, but I nearly threw up when he actually spat on me. My hangover just couldn’t cope with that so I said goodbye to Liam and went home. Me and Egg played a few rounds of Tekken (I thrashed her), and then we had a little nap. So, disregarding the dribbler incident, it was a pretty perfect Saturday.