I wozza virtual blog-virgin until last Saturday night at the Gipsy Moth. On a hot and sultry evening me and my partner-in-penance the delightful Rubychoos-today encountered Menomama's blog-meet massive crew. And what a really lovely bunch of people. It was a great shame that I never got to talk with Jenray, Louisa, Mrs F and Chyna. I was going to add Faffa to that list but vaguely remember talking with her about Del-boy's chandelier!!!! Well that's what happens when you are drunk.

Jakobite; No-but-yes-but-Bob; Ship's cat (cook, just teasing); and that bloke from Status-quo (Francis Rossi) wearing Claire's accessories in his ear lobe were all a real treat too. Row and the lads (Time-wastin'-warlord and Mr Primark) were great fun. And Row it was a great pleasure to meet you finally ;)

I don't know about you lot but we were pissed and missed the last train to Nashville. Leaving us wandering around the middle of Canary Wharf like two rejects from Blade Runner. Somebody ended up taking their choos off and scurrying along in bare feet. Wedges love, that's all I have to say on the matter - Wedges!!!!!

It's a disgrace that a couple of real ladies can't flag down a coach-and-four at that hour. No amount of hanky-swooning was successful. Forced to wail down a black cab and bereft of a considerable wadge later, we banged and clattered our way through the hallowed hall of home, harrumphing with indignation.

Moral of the story. When out and about and having a good time, wear a bastard watch. It might just give you a vague idea of the time.

Especially as I had written down the last trains to Nashville on a piece of paper and put them in my jeans' pocket. Well have you tried to read, let alone understand a train time-table when you are pissed?