Mark and Chris decided to go to Fifth Avenue tonight. I decided to stay in. We went over to Dave and Claire's flat. Mark and Chris went armed with beer, I went armed with a carrier bag to retrieve the empties for the Can Pyramid. Yes, it's sad, but the Pyramid must go on!   As I returned to the flat, I met Vicki, who wanted to check her e-mail. Whilst she was using my computer, Sarah arrived. I had to explain to her that Chris, her alleged boyfriend, had gone off to a nightclub. Without asking her if she wanted to go. Vicki appeared and began sympathising. We sat down, since it was quite obvious that serious 'aren't men bastards' speeches were about to be made, and due agreement would be necessary. When I pointed out the difficult position I was in, gender-wise, Sarah told me not to worry because I 'wasn't a normal bloke'. I'm not sure how to take this comment.
			The characters and situations in this diary are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happenings. Any resemblance to such things is coincidental, or just for humourous effect. All names have been chosen to implicate the innocent.