Blimey! What a weekend!
Didn't really do much yesterday apart from meet up with Jamie and head into Reading to buy goodies. He bought a new portable minidisc recorder (quite a nice one too!) and I bought myself a little minidisc system to take with me to France. I was lardy fat and went to McDonald's as well but it was only a little burger and I didn't large the meal.
In the evening we went to the Granby with D and someone called Henry which was quite an interesting night. I'd not been able to go anywhere without Jamie hovering and eventually it got to the point where I had to tell him to bugger off. But after some space and boogying, he still came home with me and showered me somewhat.
My electric window has mysteriously started working again. Mildred is running hot. I think the engine fan's stopped working, but she's in on Wednesday next week for a service so that will all get dealt with. She's fine when charging along the motorway but heats up quite quickly whilst stationary. I'm going to replace her front spheres as well because she's feeling a bit bouncy.
Philip's retirement/birthday St. Swithen's day party was a huge success! We got there slightly late (after Jamie misread a road number for a motorway exit) but in plenty of time to catch up on alcohol consuption and make a bit of an impression on people. Met lots of Five people and some others - including some people who knew of me because of Sean Patrick Live (!) and The Voice of the Balls, who was a great hoot and who has promised to come and visit me whilst I'm in France. Of course, I did my obligatory "get very drunk and start speaking French" thing, but Pip's mum loved it (what with being French) and we had a great time. The food was exceptional and the alcohol was free-flowing. I was naughty and had some cigarettes but frankly I didn't care. Made lots of new friends and gave out a few business cards.
Everyone seemed to take a shine to Jamie (who I fessed up to as calling "Chicken" to my friends) including Pip's younger brother who became mysteriously more faggoty as the alcohol flowed.
Highlights include spilling red wine all over myself, calling someone a "snow queen" and having a bird poo on my shoulder.