coke

suffice to say that i seem to be coming down with freshers flu (all the amphibian's fault, i've been worrying sick literally)

and yesterday evening i was accosted by a sex-crazed old pakistani man who apparently owns one of the big indian restaurants in covent garden and who insisted on buying me a drink, and recounting all his sexual escapades to me in lurid detail.

why did you let yourself get strung along?, i hear you yell

i needed to be distracted, it was harmless, yes stupid reasons i know but hey on hindsight it was extremely entertaining