I was rather determined to lighten my spirits a little this weekend. Jury service is a glum affair and with Sean's sad news and my miserable behaviour last week I knew I should make the most of this weekend. Friday night was an impromptu trip to the Windsor Castle to do some karaoke. It was fairly empty this week and I got to do several numbers, including Que Sera Sera, which I dedicated to Sean, who was very much on my mind. Little Paul and Jules joined me and Paul stopped over and indeed, came to Simon's party with us.
Simon's party was a hit. Loads of food - I mean tons - and a really nice mix of people, including some rather stunning straight men who obviously go to the "Get Big Arms" Gym.
Two cans of lager in and I was flirting outrageously with all and sundry. To be honest, they mostly seemed confused as to who the fairy was in the cowboy hat! 
I got terribly drunk - far too many cocktails and climbed into a cab fairly early on. Ooooo, I did feel queer! Mind you, this poor soul was off to a date with a teacher called David. I would love to know how that went!
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