Last week

Okay, it's disgusting. I'm not normally so slack. The truth is that I have been a little demotivated these past few weeks. But I feel back on form now. Ready and willing to explode, if you will...

What have I been doing in the past week?

I should mention now that I have been offered a place on a Creative Writing Masters Programme at a posh university. This has made me very happy. The steps up the social ladder are now clearly visible.

There are times when you are able to do things which you really and truly enjoy. This is one such thing. And I've quickly come to realise that opportunities don't come around very often, so when they do, we should grab them by the horns. Too often I see people who replace ambition with security. Isn't this the saddest thing? I think perhaps it might be.

Went out last week with, it would be fair to say, a random group of people. J, Lady Montague and Lady Capulet, Mr Tech, and a New Birdie. Drinks at Thirst (of course) followed by food at Satsuma.

I've said it long ago; three cocktails are the most I can stomach without Leicester Square looking fuzzy.

The thing about drunkards is that their whisper is more often than not a tannoy announcement.

'I have never snorted coke of a cock (rather a mouthful this one)' said New Birdie. We were playing that drinking game, you know, where we drink if we have done a certain thing and don't if we haven't. It's more a secret eliciting device. And people, it would appear, are all too happy to let their secrets come spilling out with little or no coaxing.

These days I feel as though my sexual revolution is in full swing. At least, outside of bed, it is. I'm able to talk as openly as I'd like about sex and feel a sense of peace at being able to do so. And, well, despite the number of people who'll turn their heads at the first sight of sexual discussion, it's proving easier and easier to bring out the whore within.

And then, said the Lord, let their be brothel.