Mark and I slept in today. Chris, on the other hand, had to get up at 9.30 since he had to play squash at 10.30. It was a college squash-ladder game against some first year. The game took 16 minutes and his opponent didn't score a point. Chris was not happy.   This afternoon I went to see a play called 'Dirk' with Terence Bennett. It was based on 'Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency' by Douglas Adams, and was very, very good. Unfortunately, Terence and I both tend to remember chunks of script, so we'll be quoting merrily for the next few weeks.   Mark cooked curry tonight. He used the same ingredients as I do, and achieved a completely different result. We don't know how this happened. It wasn't horrible, so we ate it anyway. Food is food.   After dinner, we headed next door to Terence's flat for a party. There was no reason for the party, it just seemed like a good idea at the time, apparently. The advantage of a party next door is that you can keep going back for more beer. The Beer Stack is reduced. The Beer Pyramid has grown worryingly large. Chris became quite merry and we became worried that he would return to his Serial Sarahist ways with Sarah Lee, so I took the precaution of showing her parts of this diary. With the knowledge of Captain Foxy fresh in her mind, nothing could happen.   On a more painful note, I received a sharp blow to the knee during a particularly vigourous 'One Step Beyond' dance. It hurts. A lot. I may never Morris Dance again. I've never Morris Danced in the past, so this should not be too severe a restriction.

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.