After a fairly last minute decision, I wound up at B-movie last night, and as per, it was ace, although it means that I am almost certainly not clubbing tonight, unless I drink enough to override my good judgement. Yes, I am a big wuss.

Completely missed spotting winterthing while we were in the club, and so when she wandered past while I was waiting for a night bus, I thought “Nah, couldn’t be”, forgetting, of course, that the world is always smaller than I think. Collapsed into bed and fell asleep watching Spaced at just gone three, which is, I think, the fastest I’ve made it back from Kings Cross…

Leaving for the V-lantines massacre at some point soon, honest. As soon as I feel able to move my neck…