Popped out to meet Doris last night at about midnight. I still had (and still have) the strange headache down one side of the back of my head, so really didn’t want to go out at all. Had a quick warm-up drink in Chinatown and then onto Doris’s favourite, DTD. Met up with her mate, and then one of my mates and went a bit mad on the five whites. Had a chat with one of the barmen, who was with the geezer who tried to whip me last week. He said he didn’t really know that guy. Got an invite to DTD’s 6th anniversary bash on Wednesday - free bar!

Decided I really wanted to find out what happened with the Fenwick’s bouncer so went round there. I apologised for whatever I said and we shook hands. He wouldn’t tell me what I said but was pretty friendly and forgiving. Didn’t stay there long and came home at about 3.30am.

If Doris was a virgin, she, er, isn’t anymore. I believe she was, as the entire thing was, er, slightly difficult.

Today we popped out for a walk for an hour or so, had lunch and hired a couple of movies. Confidence was pretty good, Head of State wasn’t.

Time for the footy now. Talking of footy, England meet France in the pool section of next year’s Euro championship. 13th June 2004, 1945 k.o. A Sunday.

God my head hurts.