Pic taken at the reception after my mother's funeral. Neil, my brother, is top left, my sisters are both in the top row, my Dad is the patriarch in the middle, and you don't need to know the rest.

I had a relatively lazy day on Saturday. Got up late, and read the papers, then ran and lifted weights at the YMCA in Great Russel Street. After a bite to eat on Old Compton Street, I was completely knackered (as they say around here). I walked home, passing the latest large anti-war demonstration that was threading through the West End

The latest anti-war demonstration

Spent the afternoon snoozing, listening to football, and making plans for the evening. I'd been trying to find a fun guy to go clubbing with, and seemed to have hit it off with a guy named Dave. We arranged to meet up in Oxford Circus, go for a drink, and figure out where to go dancing. Dave was a tall, skinny guy (they're all skinny here, though) with a really nice, friendly disposition, and I quite enjoyed the first part of the evening, hanging out in a bar named Barcode, with him, a couple of his friends, and the stream of people he engaged with throughout the evening. For a guy who claimed to be shy, he certainly seemed to be kissing a lot of people.

We moved onto a tiny, hot, low-ceilinged club called Wig Out, which played a delirious mix of world-music, seventies and eighties pop, hip-hop, and you name it. It was crammed with an equally diverse mix of guys and girls of all persuasions. At first, I enjoyed it, because they happened to be playing a series of great disco songs. But, by two o'clock, the music had changed for the worse, and I was no longer feeling the vibe, so I took off for home, bidding my friend-for-the-evening, Dave, goodnight.

And that's about it, really. Today I saw my family for the last time, when I took the train up to St Albans. We had lunch and did the obligatory walk around the Abbey, but I was feeling very tired from my night out, and was frankly glad when it came time for me to head home. Tonight I may go dancing again, since there's a great new t-dance opening, and then tomorrow morning back home. End of story.