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I remember reading a while ago somewhere that statisticians have been unsuccessfully trying for ages to come up with some mathematical theories about traffic patterns, in order to be able to foresee and prevent the occurence of traffic jams.

When I go out, I am always fascinated by how a gay club can be busy one week and filled to capacity with a totally different crowd the week after. I am often able to come up with plausible explanations (bank holidays coming up, Kylie in concert at a stadium nearby, or The Wizard of Oz on the telly).

I tried to do the same yesterday, when I went to the RVT and I saw absolutely nobody I knew there. Now, one of the appeals of the RVT to me is that on any given Sunday I can go there on my own if I want, and be guaranteed to have a good time and a friendly (albeit uncomprehensible due to the loud music) short chat with at least half a dozen people.
Yesterday it was a different story. A long queue to get in and no room to swing a cat, and yet hardly anyone to say hallo to apart from Dave. My flatmate G. said hallo to a couple of guys that I'm only sligtly acquainted with, but that was all.

G. came up with a theory to explain it, saying that people were just back from Christmas with their families, had Monday off work and desperately wanted to go out, and those were people who do not normally go out on a Sunday, while people who go out all the time and spent Christmas clubbing in London were saving themselves for a wild night out on NYE. He also added that there weren't more people than usual, it only felt like that because there was a higher percentage of larger guys (it's amazing what a couple of days of skipping the gym and being force-fed by your mother can do to your physique).

Moreover, everybody seemed to be there with their boyfriend. It looked like it and I certainly had some proof myself, considering that within half an hour I was invited to join a couple for a threesome, another told me I was gorgeous but that unfortunately his boyfriend was there (and kept staring at me for four hours), and a third one slipped his phone number into my pocket while dramatically making a very sorry face and pointing at his boyfriend next to him. Is anyone in a faithful relationship these days? I guess there is, but they stay home on a Sunday afternoon or do something intellectually more stimulating together.

RVT was followed by LA3. Forty people in the queue to get in (never saw that there). Once inside, unsurprisingly, a similar queue for the coatcheck, and very hot. Scorching hot and humid. So damp that I had to sit and remove my t-shirt, and sweat immediately started rolling down my chest while I was sitting absolutely still.

I tried lighting a cigarette but my lighter did not work. I asked G. for a light, but his lighter was not working either. Neither were those belonging to the persons on my left and right. I luckily spent most of the night chatting with my friend M., who seemed to own the only functioning lighter in such a damp environment. Boy was he popular that night.