Highlight of the day - Victoria Wood documentary about tea on BBC iPlayer - really, really, really funny...really.  Loved her falling over, loved her highlights and I just love her general attitude to everything.  She's also very good with words.  She just chooses words so well.  Minestrone is a funny word (from yesterday), tomato soup wouldn't have been funny.  (My favourite funny word is woggle).  The documentary was interesting.  I loved that she went inside one of the green cabbies' tea huts, that only cab drivers can use (one at Embankment, one at Temple - there used to be almost a hundred around London, now there are less than 20).  The Embankment one used to be on my tour, so it was great to finally see what one looked like inside!

Lowlight of the day - thinking on the way home what my highlight of the day was going to be and realising that it was being able to get out of work in time early enough to put some laundry on (was about to run out of black socks, my favourite sock colour).  Luckily I found Victoria Wood when I got in.

We are actually on yesterday now.  I got out of work at 8.35.  That's the earliest I've been out all week.  I've had a shirt from River Island in my locker at work waiting to be taken back for a refund and I thought I finally had my chance.  I work on Charing Cross Road.  I nipped up Old Compton Street, whipped down Dean Street, slipped through Soho Square and BARGED my way down Oxford Street, taking no tourist prisoners.  I arrive triumphantly at River Island (at 8.50, website says it shuts at 9) for them to tell me it was already shut.  This lady doth protest, but they doth protested more.  "Close close close close" was what he said.  I think that was the only word he knew.  I am still with shirt.  After that, I went to M+S who actually shut at the time they say they are going shut and rather depressingly bought a meal for one.  I then popped into Boots to by a new toothpaste and toothpaste (quite a novelty for them to run out at the same time, such is the level of drama in my life).  I then spur-of-the-momentedly (still in post-River-Island-stress-disorder) bought some Rowntrees Pick n Mix.  It's a big bag of Tooty Fruities, Fruit Gums and Fruite Pastilles for £1!! Bargain and so yummy.  I then made a joke with the assistant (for once they didn't force me to the automatic lady) about the irony of buying toothpaste, a toothbrush and a huge bag of sweets.  I say "with", but I joked at him.  He didn't laugh.  In other news, they now have toothbrushes with vibrating bristles - they cost 6.50! I got one for 1.50.  I make them vibrate when I move them! LAZY!

I had a weird freak purchase in Boot's a few weeks ago - I bought a home tooth-bleaching kit.  I always worry that my teeth are a bit yellow-ish, that's why I buy things like Rowntree's Pick n Mix.  You're supposed to use it twice a day for a week.  I've been a bit sporadic.  I reckon I've used it about 8 times in a week and a half.  I haven't had time otherwise.  You have put these gum shield things in (like from rugby at school) and leave them there for 5 minutes each time.  I moulded them and they didn't mould very well (like from rugby at school) and so they hurt.  I then thought I'd multi task by wearing them in the shower once, which led to:
a) me dribbling bleach down myself
b) the heat making the plastic go funny again, mishapring them even more
c) me running late and leaving my gum shields on the side in the toilet for my poor flatmate to discover.

Needless to say, that was £12 down the drain.  I should've just bought a vibrating toothbrush! 

Sorry, no updates so far this week.  So far, the highlights of my day every day this week have been in bed.  With a wicked man between my thighs like Bridget Jones? Sadly not, with a fluffy pink hot water bottle against my chest.  The lowlights of my day every day have been work.  And that has been my whole life: work, sleep, work, sleep.  It's been a wleepy week and it looks as if this may continue.  The slight upturn in the weather is nice, even if I've had to watch it from my desk.  Will give proper update at the weekend.  UpDATE - hopefully meeting him on Saturday for

Highlight of the day - Off Their Rockers on ITV! It was a hidden camera show, which isn't usually my sort of thing (except for Three Non-Blondes, which I adored), but all the pranksters on this one were old people.  Something about that just made it really funny.  It was, like, totally, lol, and for real - as in I l-ed out loud.  Also, it renewed my faith in humanity as all the people reacted so nicely.  It was great.

Lowlight of the day - My Little Princess.  A horrendously shallow, stupid and non-sensical farse of a TV show on E4 that renewed my lack of faith in humanity.

My day was fairly boring today.  I had to GO TO WORK which was pretty rubbish.  It was pretty chilled though and I hadn't really made any plans anyway.  I'm still on a probation period there too, so it's a good chance to prove my dedication.

One thing I did today (which was my lowlight until I saw My Little Princess) was watch the video for Bonnie Tyler's Eurovision entry for us this year.  You can see her above, going for the beached whale look in the video.  The song has about as much tune as the cast of Off Their Rockers have teeth and the cast of My Little Princess have wit, charm and intelligence.  It's so forgettable, which is the worst thing a Eurovision entry can be, as it people have to remember it and vote for it after seeing nearly 30 songs! Anyway, I will rant about Eurovision closer to the time anyway.  It led me a nice trip down memory lane, listening to the Serbian lesbians from 2007 and the cute elven Norwegian violinist from 2009.  My flatmate introduced me to the Netherlands 'Ding Dong' from 1976 which I have listened to once but could easily sing to you.  I have now listed to Bonnie's 'Believe in Me' (I had to google it to get the title) FOUR times and couldn't sing one line.  It's never a good sign when the title of the song itself seems to be begging you to like it before it's even started playing.  Me and my housemate have also spent quite a bit of time laughing at literal Bonnie Tyler's Total Eclipse of the Heart: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLPWVwNKMAc   Also a TRUE LOL.

Highlight of the day - Cafe Gourmand - a lovely little cafe and bistrot on Lexington Street in Soho.  It feels very French inside (I used to live in Paris, so I know innit) and it's a lovely, peaceful space in which to escape from the hustle and bustle of Soho.  The staff were really friendly (possibly the only bit that didn't remind me of Paris) and the prices were very reasonable.  I only had a coffee, but was very tempted by all the cakes.  I will definitely be going back for some mini gourmands (little cakes, just a mouthful) or their posh meat pies - I don't think I've ever seen a pie look so delicate!  I'm also quite tempted by their green cookie tea. I was kicking myself for having eaten elsewhere beforehand!

Embarrassing moment of the day - I call it the 'tube lean.'  You know, when you think you're perfectly steady and don't need to hold on and then it jolts off and you rather embarrassingly lean on the person next to you.  That's really embarrassing, right? However, you normally steady yourself and are off of them within a milisecond, mumble sorry, and go back to avoiding eye contact.  I went for a bit of a spectacular one yesterday - it was a 2-second full-frontal lean.  Quite a masterpiece.  Why I was facing this guy, I don't know.  How the tube was going at such a thrust that it lasted 2 seconds, I also don't know.  He was also a really attractive guy, which just made the whole ordeal (allbeit 2 seconds, but let's face it, 2 seconds of British awkwardness feels like a lifetime!).  I felt like the whole carriage were staring at me for the rest of my journey.  They obviously weren't.  Or were they??

So, why was yesterday so spontaneous? I had planned on doing nothing this weekend, but have been talking to friends recently about how my life revolves around lists.  I want more spontaneity damnit!  Then, I saw tickets on lastminute.com a few days ago for My Big Italian Gay Wedding at the Greenwich Theatre.  It's come from New York and the tickets were a good price, so me and a friend went on the spur of the moment.  It was really fun - loud, proud, camp and, in places, hilarious.  It was about an Italian New Yorker getting married to his boyfriend and all the hoo-ha that surrounded it.  It had a lot of visual humour, funny characters and farsical storyline.  There was a great atmosphere, with people from the crowd joining in on jokes and interacting with the actors.  Some singing, some dancing and a whole lot of camping.  A few of the jokes were very America-centric and went a bit over my head - I was hoping they might have localised it a little bit at least, just by picking things that were still American, but more relevant/famous here.  I'd be really interested to know if laughs came at different places in the UK and the US actually.  Me and my friend then went to the gay pub in Greenwich called the Prince.  I then ran down the road like a big poofta about to miss the last DLR.  I caught it.

Earlier in the day, I spontaneously met my friend to go the Southbank Food Market and had a lovely Beijing-style pork pancake from Mei Mei street food.  It did remind me of what I'd eaten when I actually went to Beijing, except that she'd added meat, which made it even better in my book.  I may have also sampled about 15 other stalls' foods! It was such a lovely day to mooch around London.  We then went over to Trafalgar Square and watched the outdoor pillow fight (see photo above).  We didn't join - we're not that spontaneous yet, one step at a time.  Then we went to Cafe Gourmand, then I splurged £50 in the River Island sale (all in the name of spontaneity of course).  Spontaneous is fun, but it's also expensive, and it also left me running (literally at time) late for everything I did.  Still, a great day all round! Maybe the start of spring? Dare I hope?

Highlight of the day - at the risk of sounding like an obese alcoholic, a glass of white wine and a some NEW DELICIOUS Double Chocolate Digestives (I mean, it's a crime not to try new things), at the end of a looooong day at work.

Lowlight of the day - First world problem I know, but, semi-skimmed milk shortage at work meant that I had to compromise.  I've always drunk semi and for me, skimmed is like water and whole is like cream.  For my cereal, I thought I was being really clever by mixing some skimmed and whole by pouring a splash of both on.  Should that work? It tasted like runny cream to me.  It did, however, lead to much hilarity with two of the people I sit with at work as I was talking about 'semi', which their dirty minds turned into semi-hard-ons, only exacerbated by the introduction of '(w)hole' to the equation!  Innuendo galore!

Not too much to report today, so, I thought I'd tell you about a weird experience I had a couple of weeks ago.  I've been to a bar on Frith Street called Sofa King Cool (read it out loud if you haven't got the pun).  It's got luminous sign, but looks like it could be anything (particularly a sofa shop), but it's an underground basement bar.  It's supposed to be a lesbian bar.  However, the clientele is so small that when I went with a gay friend, it was a gay bar and when I went with a straight friend, it was a mixed bar (i.e. we were the only people there).  Both times, the staff were lovely and the decor's pretty cool - it's a bit futuristic with lots of neon - something like walking into a Kylie Minogue video.  Anyway, I walked past it about 3 weeks ago and a menu had popped up outside! The food sounded delicious and, even though I thought the atmosphere and neon might be a bit odd for a restaurant, I told my friend we should try it. 

Last week, we took the plunge, however, it was sofa king weird.  We were walking up and down Old Compton Street (we couldn't remember which street it was on, but knew the neon sign stood out when you looked down the road) and we couldn't see it.  We finally decided it was definitely Frith Street and as we walked down, we spotted it! It had changed its name to the Ultra Lounge.  The bouncer/manager/stray Australian invited us in.  I asked if it was Sofa King Cool.  Straight away, she was really quick to say it wasn't, how it had changed its management and was COMPLETELY different.  I told her I'd walked past a week previously! It's pretty quick to change completely.  The same menu was outside...I asked and she said it was the same food!! Completely different, but with the same decor and menu?? She was very cagey about it all and seemed a bit taken aback when I said that I knew it was Sofa King Cool one week ago with the same menu, but anyway, she was still friendly and we went in.

In fairness, they had toned down the lighting to make it more restaurant-y.  The waitress was really friendly, but someone about it oozed 'we are brand new and we don't know what we're doing yet'.  The food was really tasty and very good value.  For £20, you got three courses and a complimentary passion fruit shooter.  I had tempura prawns, tuna steak burger, which was very flavoursome, and chocolate gateaux.  I enjoyed it all very much.  The only slight problem (bar the identity crisis) was the WINE.  I am NOT a wine snob at all, but we ordered house white and they brought us an £18 bottle of GALLO wine.  If they were going to try and palm us off on cheap wine, I honestly wouldn't be able to tell the difference, but they should at least be sneaky enough to choose a bottle that isn't a famous cheap brand.  I mean, they are usually on 3 for £10 in the off-license! To make matters worse, when we wanted a second bottle, we very Britishly said that we weren't overly keen on the first bottle and ordered the next one up (not that we're cheapskates!) which was £20.  To our disbelief (although we were wetting ourselves laughing by now) she brought out a different Gallo! We asked if she could just tell us which bottles she had that weren't Gallo.  She came back a couple of minutes later and said they'd had a rush on (which usually I wouldn't believe, but there were about 4 tables seated there which is a rush by their standards) and the ONLY wine they had left was Gallo.  I think this probably means that had we ordered the most expensive wine on the menu, they would've just brought out a Gallo bottle.  We got cocktails instead which were lovely(they were on offer).  It was a very strange evening, but the food and cocktails were really lovely and very reasonable.  The staff are also really nice on the whole, I'd just recommend that you don't get the Gallo and for some reason, don't mention Sofa King Cool.

Highlight of the day - chilling.  Doing nothing for a change made me VERY happy.

Embarrassing moment of the day - being IDed in the Co-op for wine.  I'm 26.  Usually I'm flattered and often offended when I'm not IDed but I'm standing next to a sign saying "If we ID you, it's because you're lucky enough to look under 28".  That truly is rude.  However, this was embarrassing because he didn't believe my (embarrassingly provisional) driving licence was mine! He asked my age and date of birth - it was an interrogation! He said I didn't look like my photo.  That's because that's what I looked like when I  was under 18!  Fear not: Wine was bought in the end.

If this was 7 Days by Craig David, this would be Sunday.  I had an extra day off work.  I did nothing.  Well, I spent a long time looking at figures for ISAs and deciding, in my wisdom/confusion/not being bothered-ness to stick with what I've got, I also spent quite a bit of time organising an extravagant birthday surprise for a friend and, erm...did some laundry and some cooking.  I also napped a lot.  It was a real catch-up on admin and rest day.  It was lovely.  I would write one of my backlog of interesting things I did before I started the blog, but I'm going to carry the chilled vibe of my day through to my blog entry.

My proudest achievements of the day were finding that I was quite good at Pointless (on random TV show Challenge!) (I also had a big crush on the contestant, Raj, and managed to find him on Facebook...I didn't add him) and getting the chance to see Meatloaf be really weird, big-headed and opionated on Loose Women, whilst everyone else missed it at work.  I felt very priveleged.  I also think it's very healthy that I'm going back to work tomorrow before I become a full-time daytime TV addict.

UpDATE - Man 2, the one I like, text back..woo.  I feel big time like I was the keener of the two, but we've agreed (even if he's forced with his arm behind his back) to go out for a drink next week.  :)

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

Lowlight of the day - Checking the TfL website to plan my journey home to my parents' house for Easter Sunday the following day to find that Southeastern trains, in typical reliable style, have cancelled all trains to my local station on both Sunday and Monday (covering my return journey) which leaves me with a two-tube-one-DLR-one-bus fun combo. Oh joy.

Embarrassing moment of the day - Being at home with the parents and "More Sex Please We're British" coming on, with opening scenes of people removing massive dildos from boxes...'nuff said.

I went home to my parents' for Easter Sunday.  I say it was not very Easter-like, though, as we didn't do anything particularly Eastery.  I'm a bit old for Easter eggs, we don't watch the Easter hymns like at Christmas when we watch the carols, as we just don't know the Easter hymns (I was hoping for Oats and Beans and Barley Grow, but apparently that's neither a hymn nor an Easter song).  We didn't even have hot cross buns.  It made me wonder exactly what we did as a tradition at easter except for eat cake and chocolate and I honestly couldn't think of anything.  My Mum still spent most of the time trying to feed me and interviewing me about all aspects of my life, as if we never speak on the phone or as if I hadn't seen her only about a fortnight ago! When she will realise that my love life, work life and home life are all highly unlikely to drastically change in the space of two weeks I'm not sure, but that day can't come too soon! I feel like I'm on Parkinson!

Not much to report today, so I thought I'd write about something wonderful I did last Sunday.  I went to the Museum of Immigration at 19 Princelet Street between Brick Lane and Spitalfields.  It's a museum dedicated to the various immigrants who have lived in the area and that house since it and the surrounding houses were built by French Huguenot silk weavers in the first half of the 18th century.  It's a truly fascinating museum, based in a house which was also used as a secret synagogue by Jews in the area in the 19th century.  They knew it had a synagogue in the back of the house, but the other locals didn't, so they secretly worshipped there in peace away from persecution.  From the engravings of names of donators to the synagogue on the walls, to the large silk reel hanging on the front of the house (the sign of a master silk weaver) the house echoes the uniquely diverse history of the East End and an area that is today so sought after but has been through a very poor and run-down past.  Immigrants from France, Eastern Europe, Ireland, the Carribbean and the Bengal have inhabited this area throughout the years and all left their marks.  I used to be a tour guide, doing walks along these streets, covering much of their histories and this house summarises it all beautifully and succinctly within four walls.   It gives you a lot of food for thought about people, community, heritage, London and your own personal history. 

It's only open for a few hours every couple of months (I queued for a good hour in the freezing cold) but it is definitely worth it.  They do lots of fabulous work with local schools about immigration and local history throughout the centuries too.  A lot of it was on display.  If you ever get the chance to go, do it!

http://www.19princeletstreet.org.uk/

This was also number 20 on my list of 30 things to do before I'm 30, so well done me for ticking it off! One of the easier ones done!

Highlight of the day - having some friends over for dinner, one of them bringing their beautiful, well-behaved, intelligent, friendly and generally perfect in every way 6-year-old with them.  I have NO kids in my life at the moment (in spite of constantly telling all of my friends and relatives in long-term relationships (and otherwise) that I am MORE THAN ready for them to have kids, whether they are or not), so it was so lovely to spend some time with a child in the room for a change.  I am still grinning from ear to ear today.

Embarrassing moment of the day - I was in a tiny tiny toilet (not the actual apparatus, the room) and was at the urinal closest to the real WC cubicle door.  I was standing weeing, even closer to the man in the urinal next to me than I would be normally - it's awkward enough at the best of times -  when the man in the cubicle came out and said to me "it's very pokey in here isn't it?" - Very much an accurate statement, but why did he consider a time at which my penis was unclothed and I was urinating almost cheek-to-cheek with a urinating man on the other side and everyone being able to see everyone else's business, a time suitable for polite chit-chat?  So akward!  I didn't reply. 

This post is about Saturday, as I'm catching up.  Is it Easter Saturday or is it not special enough to have a name? Today, I went to eat in the Princess Louise pub, which is a beautiful pub in Holborn with a maze-like interior and lots of little sections which reminds me of a posh Victorian train (not that I've ever been in one).  I went with the intention of eating there, but when asked if they were serving food, we were told 'not today' with no further explanation, so I'll try again for that another time.  We ate in a little Italian called Cafe Mode I think which was very reasonable. 

Anyway, after that we went to see Judas Kiss with Rupert Everett at the Duke of York's Theatre.  I wanted to go to Music and Notes Coffee Shop which is opposite on St Martin's Lane, but we ran out of time.  Duke of York theatre is truly tiny (hence aforementioned half-naked pokey toilet chit-chat).  The play was good.  It's about Oscar Wilde's life.  It didn't cover quite as much of his life as I was expecting.  It was more like four scenes which covered four snapshots of his life.  There was a LOT of nudity and quite a lot of rude jokes.  The average age of the audience was about 60 so I'm not really sure if it was what everyone was expecting.  My friend fancied the naked guy in the first half (blonde-hair-blue-eyed) and I fancied the naked guy in the second half (Italian stallion).  Attractive naked guys (and I don't mean half-naked) are really quite distracting in a play, so between us we managed to piece together what happened as we both watched one half each!   Quite appropriate watching Judas Kiss over Easter.  I'm not sure Jesus would approve of the content though!

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.