We didn't wake up until about midday today and then didn't get out of the hotel until about 2 or 3pm. That was due mainly to my slightly worse-for-wear state and the fact that Jeremy had the misfortune to walk out of the bathroom naked which resulted in him being pinned to the bed for about half an hour before I had a quick shower and we headed out.

The first place we hit was Old Compton Café for something to eat and some much needed coffee. Once that'd been consumed we had a bash around Oxford Street to buy clothes (although not for me) and stuff. It was quite busy and because we were shopping quite late, we didn't get to do all that much. Judging from the Pretty Woman-style smile on his face as he boogied back down Regent Street with bags under his arms, that wasn't a problem.

We wandered to The Edge and sat around for a bit waiting for Adam who'd been off out round some more touristy things such as London Bridge and Buck House. We had a couple of drinks together then, as I was ready to pass out due to lack of sleep last night, we headed back to our respective hotels and I slept for an hour or so whilst Jeremy lay around looking gorgeous and semi-naked.

I felt a bit guilty for not paying more attention to Adam actually, given he'd come around the world to see London. He pointed out that I'd already made more than enough effort and that it was appreciated, so I'm feeling not so guilty now. It was nice to see him anyway! He's offered a sofa for when I go to New York at Christmas.

Jeremy was still desperate to go clubbing so after my little sleep we headed into town at about 9pm, then realised that that gave us very little time to get drunk even though I couldn't anyway as I had to recover Mildred from BlowThingsUpEd who's been looking after her. We ended up in a somewhat busy Rupert Street - after popping into Ku which was deserted - wondering whether we would go clubbing or not.

In the end, it was a not. We started chatting to another rather attractive Frenchman called Gregory who I fancied (and who fancied me) but who had to go home. Alas, no opportunity to check how many people could be stuffed in the hotel room bed. Oh well. I had been feeling somewhat like Alexander in "Queer as Folk" and half expecting someone to turn round and present me with an invoice, so it was nice that he had someone to talk to who then didn't turn round and tell me he was trade. Always good.

After Rupert Street closed, I was close to passing out so I decided we'd do coffee and perhaps something to eat before working out whether clubbing (Sound on Sunday) was a viable option. It turned out not to be, because Ed was bringing Mildred in to town so we hooked up with him and then took him back to his house for coffee. Gregory took my phone number and email address, although I'm not sure whether he'll use them or not.

Discovered that my innocent question of "Est ou t'habite?" (where do you live?) is a homonym. "Est ou, ta bite?" is something completely different. (Where's your cock?) Still. Either were valid given the company...

Dropped Ed back, had coffee, sat around, smoked, then headed back to the hotel and parked up nearby before checking out and getting ready to leave in the morning.

Obviously, it would've been rude not to offer to shag Jeremy until his eyes popped out, so I did. And then I did. Which was nice.

I'm going to go and visit him in June or July, but not en-route to the cottage.

I've smoked so much this weekend, mainly because he came with a suitcase packed with cigarettes. However, as of tomorrow, I'm stopping again, I have decided.