Interesting day though. When I finally woke up (after waking up at 10am and driving back to my house to pass out again) I went into Newbury and met up with a guy who I'd sort of been set up with. His friend had chatted to me on gay.com earlier in the week and explained he had an interview here and wondered whether I'd mind taking him out in Reading in the evening, so that was the plan.

So I met up with him in town and we went for coffee and stuff in town whilst we waited for the friend - who was now coming too after a bad experience in Slough - and that was all very cordial and lovely. After a quick drink and, in my case, a bite to eat, we headed back to my place to sort ourselves out before going out into Reading in the evening.

Now. I'd be the first to admit that number 3 is hardly the most salubrious of accommodations, but its quirkiness does have a somewhat enigmatic charm. And the rooms are huge, which is a bonus. And it's cheap. But yeah, it's not Jon's flat by any stretch of the imagination and it'd not be my first choice of somewhere to live now, but I live here and that's the point. So to have someone come in and proclaim "Well - this is minging" put me off them instantly.

Strike one. The second one was being in the car with him and talking about stuff. I was talking about Australia (hypothetically) and pointing out that it's strange that I should now be thinking about doing all the things I should've done whilst I was younger based on the fact that I can now afford to, for example, fly around the world and travel. At 21, his response was, "Well. I have the money to fly around the world if I want to" which is valid, but could've been worded better. I ended that conversation with, "Yes. But not in First Class, I assume?" which did the trick.

So we picked up a few other people from their respective houses and drove to Reading to arrive at the Granby and find the most ludicrous queue. That place is becoming a victim of its own success, I think. We had to queue for over an hour to get in, and it was only stubbornness stopping me from getting in the car and going somewhere else.

And then the next thing! Standing in a queue for the Granby eating chips, and when he's done, just deposits the wrapper on the floor with no regard for the bin 10 feet away. So I pointed out that it might be a nice idea for him to pick the wrapper up and put it in the bin, a suggestion met with disdain. I went off him at that point and didn't speak to him for the rest of the evening, other than to encourage him to go home with the boy he pulled so I didn't have to look after him. That worked!

Reversed out through an oh-so-tiny space which impressed all my passengers. Someone had parked behind me but to the right meaning that getting Mildred at about thirty degrees to the kerb meant I could reverse out straight through the hole. I was quite impressed, as were the remaining four passengers.