23rd September 2000

A lazy Saturday. Well, the first part of the day, anyway. Jason nearly screamed when he saw the mushrooms I was about to put in the dinner - they make his head explode. Or something. So the traditional English "Spaghetti Bolognaise" was made "sans mushrooms" as the Germans would say.

However, the dogs didn't seem to care....

The fact that I was going to cook in the evening didn't stop Jim from snacking. Every 10 minutes. All day.

So we all ate dinner (I hope you're following the time-line here - because I'm not....) and once the paramedics had finished the stomach-pumps and left, we headed off out to a local bar to get completely ratted. But here's a couple of pictures of dinner in progress.

So anyway.... the bar we went to.... It's Jim's favourite gay haunt, he goes there every evening.... when we arrived at 11.30 we discovered it was "Country Music" night.... we could hear it from the car.... but we went in anyway, as they were due to change to young-people's music from midnight. So we stood and watched a bunch of fat old queens line-dancing for half an hour.... then at midnight, they started on Abba's Greatest Hits and Julie Andrews medleys.... Jim was boogieing on down on the dance floor, and Jason and me were trying hard to pretend we didn't know him as he did the Chicken Dance to the disco remix of "Climb every mountain". There wasn't one half-decent man in the place. Except me of course. Oh, and Jason. And Jim. So we left. Quickly. Dragging Jim behind us who was by this point doing Saturday Night Fever routines to "The birdie song".

But it's Folsom Street Fair tomorrow.... 500,000 men in leather.... so I may never be seen again. Hopefully

Now - did I remember to pack my leather harness?....   Rob.

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