Work was really quiet because there was hardly anybody in. The height of my excitement was getting a fax back from the hotel in Paris telling me everything was booked. Good; slap in the Marais. Ideal for whoring, although Lyssa says I'm not allowed to. Spoilsport.

I have a huge spot on my chin. Not impressed.

Went out to The Wellington Arms with Jon and met some bloke called Kev who was quite a good laugh. Bit full of himself but fun. In the end, I relented to going out and we hurtled up the A34 to The Coven whcih was again a really good night. It's been getting really good recently, actually. I love it. Terry was there looking shorter than I remember him, but well anyway.

Seems I was looking alright again as I had hands over me within about a minute of hitting the dancefloor. The guy wasn't really me and so after some obligatory teasing I moved off elsewhere, but lots of smiles. And a business card. Tony was there so the inevitable happened after learning that Owen can actually keep a secret. Gorgeous lovely Irish Gareth was there as well but I'm so clearly not a target of affection. Pants, really, cos he's gorgeous and lovely. And Irish - bit of a bonus.

Got a lift home and Tony came too. Still very grry.