I have bought a mobile phone. It seems so ludicrous that it's cheaper for me to fork out the money here for a pre-pay than use my Orange phone. I shall be sure to write a stern letter to customer services when I return, and will be more hesitant to renew my contract when it runs out in three months. Robbery!

I have hired a car, although I haven't collected yet. I gave in on the idea of dealing with things like that myself so wandered to the AMEX building in town and let them do it for me. How decadent I am.

I have been eaten alive again. Big red blotches, looking incredibly appealing on my scrawny white limbs, with the additional colour of occasional daubings of Calomine lotion. Hm. Nice. Certainly the look did nothing to entice the swarm of schoolboys (who all looked like Billy from Neighbours and were seniors) in Hyde Park back to anywhere for a quick brush up on their biology lessons. I'm sure it's something they put in the water here; words cannot describe how fit these boys are.

Got rid of my sorrows by dancing all night in various clubs around Oxford Street. Got propositioned by a barman and flirted with by some topless grrr boys in Midnight Shift who wanted me to stay up until 7am and carry on the clubbing at The Oxford.

Gave in at about 5.30am and was in bed for about 6am.