Got my Sydney photos back from the developers, although they'd only managed to burn one of the films onto CD successfully, so they have to go back on Monday. A bit annoyed but not too distressed as mistakes happen and the film's fine (APS).

Went round to Jon's new flat in the afternoon. He seems to be having fun moving in and doing stuff but I'm not sure whether the smugness is deliberate targetting or just Jon being Jon. Not to worry. Can't help feeling a bit disappointed I didn't get mine, but at the same time relieved I'm not burdened with debt and am still in a position where I can up and away.

Hm.

Bought some CDs: Best of Divine Comedy, Best of M People, and the Matrix soundtrack. Got some yummy Lime and Mint shower gel from The Body Shop. Gorgeous stuff.

Chilled at home and ate stuff before having a quick shower and driving (through snowy/sleety stuff!) to Reading quite late on for a drink. Queued for what seemed like hours in the cold to get into the Granby but it was worth it when I got there. Caught up with loads of people and in a strange way it was nice to be back in a scene I know with people I know. Not that being surrounded by fit, topless, Australian boys was at any point a strain, mind.

I hadn't intended to pull anyone but somehow attracted attention from a few quarters - good for the esteem. And of course, for some bizarre reason, when one person has had their tongue down your throat, there's a sudden onset of interest. If only they could all come back! The lucky contestant was quite nice anyway (nice lickable tummy) and seemed contented with my topiness. I'm quite enjoying being toppy actually; I enjoy watching someone enjoy what I'm doing.

Hm. I'm too obliging during sex, I think. I'm terribly polite: "Cum over my face." "I can do that for you." Eek! It's like having sex with a call centre. "Certainly Mr. Shag - I can do that for you right now, if you'll just hold (this) a moment..."