The rest of the day was downhill from there, to be honest. Hardly productive and intensely boring whilst combined with the sheer lack of enthusiasm that only West Berkshire can muster. However, on the up side, I did re-arrange my flying lesson for a week on Sunday (let's hope it's clear next time) and receive an email invite to a sex party in Sydney after the Mardi Gras parade. So it can't all be bad.

Spoke with Tripodia who seems bruised physically but not emotionally. Emailed Alick to let him know.

Little else going on really. My copy of "Moog Indigo" arrived from Amazon so I listened to it when I got home. Fantastic camp stuff. We like. Had a very big gin and tonic. I most certainly didn't spend the evening downloading porn. Oh no.

Got a bit bored and decided I'd find out what my cum tasted like, given lots of other people seem to like it. Certainly it's a lot nicer than I remember from about ten years ago when I last tried, although I've becomed more accustomed to the taste since then. But as (not quite) boy juice goes I wouldn't rate it badly. At least it's something to use in pick up lines in the future. "Oh, don't worry. It tastes quite lovely."