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M.? M.? And that would be…
Ooh, M.! I vaguely remember giving my number to a dancing and snogging partner in a red A&F t-shirt at 2 brewers on Saturday night. He wanted to go home with me but I said I was staying at a friend's (true) and could not take him back there (not so true). He said I could not go to his place because… he lives with his mum and dad! Now, if this was Italy Mark could be 45 years old, still live with is parents and nobody would bat an eyelid (Note to self: remember to check what the age of consent is in this country).

G. insists he looked for me for at least half an hour before leaving Substation on his own on Saturday night (which left me technically homeless, had I not met a kind stranger who welcomed me in his house for the night). I am pretty sure I'd never moved from the dance floor, and I stayed until closing time - unless my body left while my mind stayed there dancing, which is a very distinct possibility.

I seem to recall uttering the truly unfunny lines "Orgasm is so last year" and "I must remember to google the phrase "is the new orgasm" to Ian and Jonathan outside the RVT on Sunday (lovely to meet you Jonathan by the way - I can now confirm the man really is a Natural Born Grinner - and thanks for the link).

I could not resist: the Google search for "is the new orgasm" produced only one unsurprising result: it's chocolate (according to the St Albans Observer)

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