It's monday, and we all know what that means. Blocked nose, hacking cough, slight headache, not focusing on the computer screen to well, gucci bags under the eye's. I am not monday morning homosexual. The weekend was fun, we had lunch with Merial,her beau and Sophie in Belsize Park on Saturday which was fun but expensive. Then to Hope, joining us were Tighe and Graeme, Michael, Don, Sam, Alan and some annoying queen that I didn't bother to talk to. The evening kicked off with a few drinks and a chat at the bar, but soon we hit the dance floor and joined Dave and his usual bevy of beauties. On Saturday night I told Ian quite confidently that I would not be going to the Vauxhall as I had been out once already this weekend, so it was nice to see him there on Sunday. Yes, I was weak again, we stayed till the last song had played. Now I am frantically cleaning up, Grant from South Africa arrives for a week tomorrow.