Last night was weird but not in an entirely unpleasant way. Went to our local pub, as we often do, then for some reason befriended the barstaff and after closing time went along to the Scream pub that was doing �1 a drink. And we drink. And when it shuts we go back to one of the barmen's homes for a smoke of some illegal substances. Anyway, I digress. The barman had a porno mag. I have no issues about porn - to each their own and all that - but this porn mag consisted entirely of page after page of saggy-titted ageing women which (and I hope you'll agree) is SICK AND WRONG. (Ok it could have been worse, it could have been bestiality or necrophilia...or some strange hybrid of the two, but the sight was certainly shuddersome.)

Oh and one of the other barmen came back to ours briefly and accidently saw me in just a t-shirt and knickers as I was about to go to bed. Our washing machine's packed up anyway, so at least I have the excuse that I'm trying to conserve as many clothes as possible.

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