Last night went to the bistrotheque with A and A to 'celebrate' my birthday - perhaps 'mark' is a better word. Food is good, place has style. So much so the place has a cult following - down a back street in the East End troop Chelsea trustafarians in pursuit of a bit of East End chic.

Have decided on my birthday celebration - on the 27th February. Starting at the Hackney Empire, we'll have croissants and coffee and take in the concert followed by drinks at the bar. We'll travel on the 277 to Royal China on the river for dim sum and then by boat to Greenwich to walk up to the observatory, finishing up in a pub on the river. Should be plenty of time to chat.

I was taken aback to receive a card signed by everyone at work. I hadn't said anything about it. V has resigned at work - she is off to work for Queen Mary which delighted A. It delights me that I will no longer have to intercede on behalf of one to the other. They were locked into a sparring relationship which fed on itself and became visible to everyone. I would like to think that I did my best to draw the sting out of it occasionally, but it was a battle that would never have been undisputably won.

Met up with F again last Thursday. I've always been a bit sniffy about that thing called chemistry that guys often talk about, but there seems to be something that drives us towards eachother which is rather mysterious. Of course a big cock cannot be overlooked in these situations.