Out & About

I went out for drinks last night with Tim. I started off in Rupert Street before meeting Tim in the Duke of Wellington. This was the only bar all night in which I saw anyone I remotely fancied. After the Duke we went to Comptons, G.A.Y. and then back to Rupert Street (as Barcode was out of cider!). We also noticed that the Yard was closed, and wondered if it was being refurbed or was a victim of the Credit Crunch (I am so sick of that term!). After Tim had gone I was weak and went on to Barcode (surviving on Red Bull) for a couple before getting bored and a little morose and coming home.
Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with Tim, but I do wish I had a few more friends in London to hang out with. This is why I have been giving serious thought to moving back to Torquay, because I know I have a couple of great friends there and tons of other people that I know to talk to. It just doesn't have any jobs at the moment that interest me (where does?). I went to bed feeling a bit sorry for myself.

When I woke up I was quite excited because I had been dreaming about an idea for a television program. I remembered having the dream once before and then forgetting the details, and as I woke up more I began to forget them again. All I can remember, and I know this sounds really naff now, is that it was a sort of cross between X-Factor and It's a Knockout! Next time I have that dream I shall have to remember to write all the details down immediately. That is why I keep a pad and pen at the side of my bed.