Groovy two days, actually. Last night after work I hopped into Mildred and - after having to deal with another blown dip bulb - hurtled up the motorways and got to Cambridge at about 9.30 and checked in. Had an embarrassed valet parker be very apologetic at me because Mildred had decided she didn't like him and refused to move. I thought I'd turned the immobiliser off, but obviously not.

That was the most sober part of the day. Obviously, I'd been sober at work (which was dull as fuck) so after a two hour drive in lashing rain I was quite glad to get into my room (which had two double beds - enough for four people) and raid the minibar. Irritatingly though, it was one of those automatic ones so after pulling out two bottles of wine to look at them and work out which one I wanted, I felt compelled to drink both of them as they'd already been charged to my account.

PJ arrived shortly afterwards and I had a quick shower before heading out to the Town and Gown for drinking. I met up with John from last year who seems to have disappeared further up his own arse in the last year. Met a nice boy called Ricky as well who was incredibly fit and fun.

So PJ and I consumed a hideous amount of Smirnoff Ice and, because the pub shuts at a normal time, wandered back to my hotel where the bar was still open. There we sat until 2am or something silly consuming astonishing quantities of alcohol (when I checked out this morning, the bar bill was £51) which we'd been sharing the purchasing of with Jonno and Helen, two people we met whilst drinking. When the bar got rid of us, we wandered up to their room to raid their minibar and drink more. Helen got approached by some slimey American test pilot and Jonno got all macho and butch over the situation. I "held him back" (groped his biceps/chest) until the nasty man went away.

He was very strange. His name was Ed and he drawled "I spent years in the marines. I'd have no qualms about killing you." Oh dear. I couldn't wrok out why he was wearing a jump suit though - perhaps it was to add strength to his story. He ended up going away with the munter woman who showed me her breasts in a vain attempt to "turn me straight."

I smoked a vast quantity of cigarettes.

After champgne and wine and everything we could drink in the hotel room, I'd had enough and PJ and I wandered back to my room where we dirtied the sheets on one bed then slept in the other.

This morning, I felt like absolute hell. I had a brief hurling experience at about 8am just before I passed out for another three hours. When I resurfaced later on I got to Trinity College at about 11.30am for the rehearsal which started at 11am to be told I was a soloist. I could barely open my eyes, let alone my mouth, but soldiered on anyway.

The day was just a day of rehearsals, really. In the end, PJ didn't come to Evensong (although I did meet him for lunch to return a sock he'd left in the room) but Ricky did turn up with his friend Steve, but they missed the first bit of the service (so my Purcell verse as well, which was a shame because it was really good). They did wait for me to disrobe after the service, which was cool.

Initially, I'd planned to go home this evening but I didn't fancy the drive as I was so tired and still hungover, so I ended up being tempted out to the T and G again where I repeated the Smirnoff experience and danced (with Ricky) until closing. Jonno and Helen turned up as well and we chatted too because, well, Jonno's gorgeous. When we were thrown out, I wandered back to Steve's with a friend of his (an ex Trinity organ scholar) and we sat up until about 4am drinking port and smoking.