Woke up around 10am and had breakfast with Pip and Celine. Philip had work to do in the morning, so after we'd all slugged our coffee, I took Celine down to Brian's for a bit and we grabbed some fresh (ie still covered in chicken poo) eggs which turned out not to be hallucinogenic after all!

Celine made the most scrummy omelette for lunch which we all consumed quite happily. In the afternoon we did bits and bobs and I headed back over to Brian's to give them both a little bit of space. Brian's was quite groovy and people were coming and going. I dashed back early evening to cook a very tomato-y pasta sauce with lots of crunchy bread and cheese. Very well received. I actually think my cooking has improved considerably since I've been here.

Philip says I've "charmed" his mother. Brian says Leos do that habitually. Hm.

Pip dropped me over to Brian's after food and we had a bit of a chat and stuff. They've both been quite keen to meet each other and I feel a little Cilla-esque so was glad when they got on. My only observation is that they both like the sound of their own voices so "conversation supremacy" was the name of the game. I just sat and drank and smoked and grinned.

After Philip had disappeared again, Brian drove us to Traxx. I was slightly taken aback when we got there as I walked in through the door and a whole crowd of people turned round to see me and screamed "JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMES" at the top of their voices, bringing the rest of the bar to a halt as they all turned to look. I pretended to be shocked and embarrassed but underneath was hoping they'd do it a little more. Christophe was there, drunk, looking (and being) as shaggable as ever.

Panthère Rose afterwards. It was absolutely heaving - the first time I've seen it really busy - and there were some stunners there. I always refer to people as "fucking lush" but one guy arrived who literally stopped the place as everyone turned to look. Probably a model or something, but quite unapproachable. Not always good, either - sometimes you could catch a bad angle, but he wouldn't have been kicked out of bed for farting.

I started off the evening molesting and being molested by some six foot adonis-type person who had quite an old face but an incredibly firm and muscular body. He bought me a couple of gins but then (the other) Christophe came over to tell me a friend of his fancied me. He turned out to be 20 and called Mica (a much more attractive proposition) who was a bit horny. Brian and I were talking about him after he'd given me head on the sofa in the corner of the dancefloor, and Brian exclaimed "Definitely put him on the 'take me home and fuck me' list." Mica then turned and said, "And make sure you put me on the 'studying to be an English teacher list whilst you're at it'" which was somewhat embarrassing. We'll have to start speaking Pig Latin or something. Hopefully, he didn't hear the "cock the size of a cross-channel ferry" explanation I'd been giving earlier.

I'll see him again.

Christophe was in a bit of a state after having met up with an ex, but I think we managed to keep his spirits up.