Today was the day of The Mystery of the Disappearing Pants. Whilst it is common knowledge that a demon inhabits washing machines and eats socks, today I discovered that I only had five pairs of boxer shorts left. Since I haven't been drunk enough to remove any and leave them anywhere other than my room, I can only conclude that the demon has mutated into a pants-eating monster. I am baffled.   Mark and Chris went to the bar for the evening, whilst I stayed in to write the diaries. In this endeavour I was foiled by Aldo and his brother appearing, wanting to play Worms 2. Once Dave had appeared, we were set for a long evening. Mark and Chris returned home, having played pool for most of the evening. Sarah Lee appeared, jubilant after Oxford Air Squadron's thrashing of the Cambridge Air Squadron at various sports. Dave spent most of his time getting angry about the Adam and Kathryn situation. I resigned myself to a late night.
			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.