Despite last night's storm I managed to wake up relatively early. This was helped, in part, by a phone call from David Drury (organist at St. James') inviting me to lunch. I duly attended and after an easy and quick meal in a huge food hall thing (where I got the most lovely sushi for about £2 or something ridiculous!) headed up to St. James' where I was allowed a play on the organ - a three manual jobbie with a fourth department couplable to either the Swell or Choir. Got my Cocker out on the Trompette Militaire. Unfortunately, it doesn't look as if I'll get the opportunity to play the Town Hall Organ as the organist is in the States and nobody can get hold of him. Bit of a shame, but an incentive to come and visit again, I think.

Mary, Natalie, and Geoff had their final night out in Sydney tonight, so we went to Chinatown and had a ridiculously cheap but lavish meal (AUS$166 for seven people) which Tony ordered for us in Cantonese.

I still have a whole load of things I need to do. I've finally bought postcards (which I will write tomorrow) and but there's loads left: Town Hall (I should at least go in and take photies), Opera (although David is playing for a concert on Thursday so I'm going to snuck in there), zoo, and harbour tour. I might go to the zoo on Friday - I guess I shall have to work out a decent itinerary for my last few days.

A quick check of my AMEX bill online reveals that the calls from the plane to Matthew and Owen cost about £45. Oops!

I hadn't planned on staying out late as I have a bit of a cold coming. But after a few drinks in Stonewall, I ended up having a few more, then after violating (and being violated) a lovely French boy with tits and six pack and everything who couldn't stop squealing, staggered in at about 6.30am. French boy's statement afterwards was "What did you just do to me?" Apparently, it was good.

In Stonewall there was a guy dancing (he was off his tits) who I started chatting to. He was very pretty indeed so I wasn't upset by this introduction of dialogue into the evening. Anyway, it turned out he was in a bad mood so I asked him why and he said he'd rather not explain. I then explained that Oscar Wilde once said "I find alcohol, when taken in sufficient quantities bings about all the effects of drunkenness" (or similar) to which he said, "That'll be why he died."

"Well, no, actually. That's probably more attributable to Reading Gaol and malnutrition." I got one of those pretty gay boy blinks that said everything.