Headed up to Hampstead and picked up Matthew from the tube station. We drove up to the Observatory to try and meet up with Philip, but he was running late so we ended up having a pint in Jack Straw's Castle. When we did finally run into him, we ended up having another pint in the King William.

I had hoped we'd get a lunch in - as in a sitty downy one - but I turned out to be the only one who'd not eaten, so I grabbed a Big Mac (red meat, I know, but it was going to be four minutes for a Vegetable Deluxe and I'd already waited ages to be served...) and chomped that on the way back up the hill. We ended up sitting in the Observatory nattering about stuff and I looked at a map of the moon. There's a Birmingham, on the moon. Best place for it, honestly. There's a Tenerife as well. Hm.

When I'd dropped Matt back to the station and said goodbye to Pip, I drove down to Finchley and sat in the Catcher with people for a while.

Despite alcohol/blood content, croberts seemed quite well behaved. By the end of the evening, Mark's "Do you fancy a shag?" had started verging on boring but his excuse was a vast quantity of alcohol - "Yesh, I'll herv a chwebble vodka and coke, pleashe" - which made it more amusing than anything. Persistence seemed to be the name of the game though as it made paule more tolerant to "Oopsh! I've fallen over face down into your groin" incidents. I was trying to watch Priscilla and the noises - which included slurping as Mark fellated paule, and Dave waking up in a faux-Bagpuss stylee and feigning shock horror at the situation around him - were very distracting.

Very bizarre.

We watched some League of Gentlemen and after I'd consumed a filling amount of pizza, I headed home - via Ed's for coffee - to get back at about 1.30am.