Highlight of the day - The return of Jonathan Creek! The ending was a bit weird, but, in my memory, they often were.  Alan Davies also tweeted that there are three more new episodes planned!

Embarrassing moment the day - Does anyone else feel that a different, more angry and impatient person takes them over as soon as they enter the tube system? I always feel as though I'm in a rush, even when I'm not (I more than often am, but still...).  Today, in the distance, I saw a huge crowd of tourists gathering as I was coming down the escalators.  A man had his hand in the air and was signally, tour-guide-stylee for everyone to meet there.  I immediately knew that I HAD to get past them before we entered any sort of corridor.  I JUST missed the opportunity and found myself directly behind said man, right in the midst of the slow-paced group.  He was the only person between me and huge, promising clear space of corridor, which would allow me to reach the platform at least 6 seconds sooner.  Typically British, I didn't want to be rude by asking him to move aside, I wanted to be super-polite, by standing almost on his heels, huffing, puffing and pulling faces.  He turned around a couple of times and failed to notice (the idiot! I was being so Britishly obvious) and then the third time, he realised, looked mortified and apologised, whilst moving aside.  For a brief second, I felt guilty, remembering that just because we are on the tube, does not mean that we have all become horrible, idiotic people, but are in fact all normal nice people.  I said sorry too and moved past him, only to in some catastrophically clumsy motion hit the end of the wine bottle that was in a carrier bag I was holding onto a funny bone in my knee (I believe that's the technical term).  A shock went down my leg, I let out a hugely embarrassing groan and stood clutching my knee.  I almost fell over! Needless to say, I was then getting in the way of the big tourist group, clutching my knee and my pride.  Silly tuber.

Today, I went to The Bridge Coffee House in Shoreditch.  My awful phone camera mustered up the courage to take the awful picture above.  It's a quirky little cafe, which is supposed to be in a Victorian/Dickensian style.  The decor really is something.  It's a feast for the eyes, that sort of makes them want to vomit.  It's quite dark, very kitsch and opulent and certainly old-fashioned.  The decor does look Victorian and you could spend quite a while looking at it all.  The cakes felt quite 70s in a way, but delicious nonetheless.  The music was a mix of 70s-90s - we had Nina Simone, Abba and Celine Dion.  Quite odd.  I enjoyed it and it certainly is an experience.  You wouldn't think that would all be hiding in there.  However, I'm not entirely sure I'd be in a rush to go again.

This evening, I went on another date.  This is another guy I've met on the internet, this time on OK Cupid.  OK Cupid is a website that has a straight and a gay section and, unlike most gay dating sites, is not focussed on sex and even has profiles without cocks on them...quite original! I felt that I had a lot in common with this guy from the start.  We both speak German.  We both work in marketing.  We both like language and puns and he seemed pretty intelligent, witty and good-looking.  We have the German and the marketing in common at least.  We went to Soho Joes on Dean Street, which does delicious pizza at a good price.  The staff are really nice too.  I've been before.  I suggested it, I hope it went down well with him.  I thought it was going really well.  I suggested, very casually, almost as if I didn't want to (trying to be cool, perhaps came off as freezing cold) that we move on for another drink.  He said he should get home as his flatmate was ill.  Then, I can't quite remember what I said after that, but he did a U-turn and said let's go.  I can't work out now if it's that I was being cold and he thought I didn't really want to, until he saw my reaction to him tentatively saying no, or if he didn't really want to, but said yes out of awkwardness/pity when he saw my reaction.  Anyway, we went to The John Snow pub which is really nice (if somewhat overcrowded) and we just seemed to chat and laugh all evening.  I made the very uncool mistake and texting him this evening to say that I had fun.  He hasn't replied.  I had a really good feeling about this one and am a bit concerned already now.  Hopefully he will text soon.

I don't always go on two dates in one weekend by the way! In fact, this may be a first, but it IS Easter, and I'm sure Jesus died so that gay people could meet strangers from the internet, didn't he?

UpDATE from the last one (pardon the pun, would be way funnier with the power of voice for emphasis, not capitals), I text him, he text back, I text again, nothing since.  I don't feel that bothered though, which is a sign I'm not that bothered about him.  I feel quite bothered about tonight's one though, so I'm keeping my

Highlight of the day - I love puns.  Some of my friends and I think it's funny to put -poo on the end of the things to make them sound cute, because we are frightfully intelligent and mature.  My friend said he was sorry for being a 'flakeypoo' because he was cancelling on an arrangment and I am very proud for coming up with the pun that a flakeypoo is the poo you do after having too many Flakes. 

Embarrassing moment of the day - A man catching me staring at his thumbs on the tube...as you do. I mean, they were attached to a massive hand which was attached to a massive person (I'm slightly baffled as to how he fit himself on the tube!) but it was the thumbs that seemed to fascinate me. They completely swamped his iPhone and were actually bigger than most penises I've seen (mine not included).  Quite astounding.  When he gave me a strange look back, I still got the feeling it wasn't the first time some had stared at them.

So, in spite of being hungover in the morning, I still ventured out yesterday evening.  Well, early evening.  I went on a DATE.  I went on a date with someone I met on GrindR.  If you don't know what GrindR is, it's an app that allows gay guys to meet eachother, based on where you are.  It finds your location and shows you guys that are near to you.  It's frankly all a bit creepy.  It's also all a bit sleazy, and when I say 'a bit' I mean 'a lot'.  Roughly 99% of the guys are looking for sex (give or take...if you'll pardon the crude pun) and 80% send you a picture of their cock before they say 'hello'.  However, I met a guy on there a few weeks ago who seemed not to be after sex and we got chatting and decided to meet.  We went to The Crown pub by Victoria Park.  It was lovely in there, with very friendly service.  I think it must advertise itself as dog friendly or something because there were SO many dogs in there (to the point where I felt like I was in a TV show where dogs ruled the world or something, it was like I was in the minority in a dogs' pub).  Anyway, I know you don't care about the dogs or the service, you want to hear the gorey details of the date. 

Well, for the first time in a long time (I've been on a  lot of dates lately) it actually went ok.  He was 45 minutes late, which was slightly annoying, but we got on quite well.  This is why the day was better than expected.  I have had so many awful dates recently (I will probably write about them on here in the future), that even the fact that we got on marginally well was a big relief.  He also didn't try to touch me up or basically ask me back to his flat for a shag after one He DID tell me at one point that he could speak 'all South Asian languages' which I found a bit ambitious and he also spent quite a long time building himself up by telling me that his previous job were so desperate to keep him when he handed in his notice which they never normally are, but he was SUCH an amazing exception, but, apart from that, there weren't many awkward moments at all.  Having said that, it's been 30 hours and neither of us have been in touch, so maybe it wasn't amazing...I'll keep you updated.