I went to Le Drague and met up with Sylvain and then started spying Martin's friends and feeling really guilty for being there. Then I spied Martin but didn't want to go up and say "Hello" in case he thought I was stalking him. Of course, now he's gone to Montréal and I won't see him before I go back, so in retrospect it was a bit of a foolish idea. Arse. I did chat with him on Priape before I left Le Drague so at least goodbyes - whilst not done physically - haven't gone unsaid. He's promised to come and visit me at Philip's cottage sometime soon.

The drag show was good. One of the "transformistes" did Madonna with a big blonde wig which made her look just like Lyssa! Scary!

Was so tired after clubbing that the naughtiness that ensued was somewhat subdued, but fun nonetheless. He was pissed anyway so I don't think he noticed most of the goings on.

Today Julie and Geoff drove us somewhere near Le Massif to go on a ferry thing that goes through ice on the river. It's a bit difficult to explain but the river is completely frozen and this thing just chews its way through to get to this teeny weeny island about 15km in circumference. Good fun though, athough it was fucking cold!!! Took loads more photos of very picturesque scenery. It's so long since I've had a film developed that I hope they still do PhotoCD in the UK as I want prints and electronic copies of everything.

My non smoking resolution lasted two days. I am impressed. I am going to have to do something when I get back though because I've eaten so much good food I'm about to burst. Probably.

Although my spoken French has improved dramatically, I'm still having loads of difficulty following conversations in French because people insist on practicing their English with me. I am contemplating some kind of immersion holiday sometime next year. Or something.

I have probably drunk my way through Canada's gin supply without a single hangover or piss-headed moment. I wonder if I am becoming an alcoholic?

Le Drague was busy. It's a little bit sad that I've not explored any other bars, but I've not felt the need, to be perfectly honest. I like Le Drague so why change? Anyway. Pulled a 23 year old hairdresser (ah!) called Mike who was quite yummy. Not the yummiest there but certainly quite yummy. All the Quebecois boys are so sensual and take time over everything; a welcome change from the unwieldy kack-handedness of my Berkshire shags.