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Saturday night: joined a birthday party at the Friendly Society, then all moved to the Shadow Lounge – guestlisted if you please, stormed in with Yvette (soon to join the unemployed, after the "last ever" Love Muscle at the Fridge on April 5th?) and were escorted to the VIP area.

Sunday night: spent a few hours drinking on the grassy knoll behind the Royal Vauxhall Tavern, went in for the show, then out again to assist Dr Bitful while he was sick and lied down, and patiently wait for him to be able to stand up and face a cab ride home – and be sick again before falling asleep on the floor. I say "patiently", but in fact I mean "desperately trying to convince him that he'd feel better inside dancing" every time that Dannii phrase "…really driving me crazy" was teasingly mixed in with other songs.