Just time to write a couple of lines: last night stayed at Chris and Trish's. Trish frisky as usual - taken with the new svelte me (as am I). I am not sure what she and Chris get up to. Chris and I went to pub and he suggested I should apply for manager's job in Westminster. Sweet guy. If the Camden job doesn't come up, maybe I will. Picked up Armand from the airport and met Joanna and Andy for Turkish lunch in Dalston, then back to theirs for wine and chat. Tonight cycled back from Armands but stopped off at a little club near his house, and got to practise looking into someone's eyes. Sexy guy, gave me his phone number, he's off to South Africa soon, and we have got such things planned. Will I give him a ring ? I might feel more like it if I hadn't seen him writing his phone number down for someone else. Hey, I know that's a little precious, but sometimes I need to feel special too. Will the housework ever get done? Every weekend is pregnant with potential pulchritude, and every weekend the dust gets a little thicker. Time for a RIVAS I think (Life Training jargon). Oh, I tried to set up a web page at goecities, but after the third screen freeze, I gave up. I will persist however, and get some photo links sometime. I did manage to set up a log in, at least. Fuck computers, they promise so much and piss on you so badly. (Just looked up pulchritude and realised it doesn't mean cleanliness - what a bugger; but in the process I came across the work 'puckfist' which I am not sure how I have managed to do without for 43 years. It means braggart, and doesn't it just sound like it. Onamateopian heaven.) (And if that is spelt wrongly, I just don't care - I' m like that).