No this is not a blog, it is a journal, and a not terribly good one at that, since it is some time since I last wrote. I had a fab weekend. On Thursday I spent quite a bit of time reading stuff such as this Point being (after several resonant (or rather frantic) breaths), I am not a Life Training evangelist anymore. It was good for me, but I now see it as a particularly clever pyramid selling operation. I will still go to the mastery classes, but I don't think I will be on team next time. I was thinking how I could replace Life Training in my life and I realised I should just go to church - it's free, it's local and it gives one the opportunity to practice love. My parents have won after all. EEEEEEEK !!!

Last night was the birthday. 43 on 42 - great location. Then we caught the 149 to the Vietnamese Canteen. £9 for a cocktail and £13.50 for the set menu (with beer supplied by me) and it was a grand night out. I walked into the bar and saw the lights of London stretching out into the darkness of the surrounding countryside and my vertigo was almost completely smothered by awe. After one cocktail I was leaning against the outer glass wall, picking out ant-like indivduals walking through corridors of local offices. At the restaurant, Dan chatted about the Holocaust to Joanna and James chatted about drawing with Andy. I tried to meld the rest into an all including conversation, but Henry came up trumps with tales of an experiment on the relative pyrotechnic qualities of vegetables. Shame noone wanted to go clubbing - I just have to accept that as I don't have any active (in the main sense of the word) gay friends (Armand's clubbing days are over, and Dan hardly qualifies as gay), I have to be gay on my own. I made up for it by being very gay this afternoon, at a certain establishment with a dress code which emphasises minimalism, with several gentlemen. Who'd be straight ... !!!