Fab day. We woke up rather late and did some smoking before having something to eat. We wandered out to do some shopping and I'm thrilled because I managed to replace my Saint-Saëns Organ Symphony which I loaned to Joe in Oxford who was never bothered enough to get it back to me, despite constant reminders. It's a Deutsche-Gramaphon recording which has since been deleted (I think, I can't find it on Amazon) so I'm really chuffed to have it again. Terri bought some Harry Connick Jr - one (Star Turtle) with a very sexy cover shot of him. We listened to the Saint-Saëns in the car which I then had to park because Terri was having a blonde moment.

"I drive a Jeep so I can demolish things," was the exclamation as she drove over a small shrub bed in an attempt to park behind another car.

We demolished a couple of bottles of Champagne whilst waiting for Hilde to go to a dinner which was ultimately cancelled. We ended up eating over the road instead and I had lovely Chevreuil in a mustard sauce. Yum!

Pascal's afterwards - sporting my new ruffty tuffty goatee, for I can't shave - for a bit of bopping and to be chatted up by a 24 year old Greek boy called Nickos. He was quite yummy and I was surprised that my Herman Munter look was appealing. Still - it did no end of good for my confidence.

I am smoking like a chimney again. It's impossible not to when you're near Terri. Not sure why. Perhaps it's that she buys in bulk and then leaves packets in every imaginable corner of the apartment for when you're peckish. Hm.

Now. The most bizarre part of the evening was taking a cab to a lesbian bar to meet up with Terri and Hilde after my Greek boy incident. I was the only man there so felt slightly challenged. But they all knew who I was and were all very lovely and came up to find out how I was fairing with my gaping facial wounds. I think I am the only boy to have Vogued on stage there. My rendition of It's Raining (Wo)men went down particularly well as well. This really is the stuff of sitcoms. When will someone buy the rights to my life for a vast amount of cash?

Perhaps I might go to Marrakech for New Year instead of Christmas - then Terri and Hilde can come too and we can have a big party! We'll see.