Wodehouse and Togas

I am still recovering from yet another drinking session with L. I met an old female friend of his, who later turned out to be an ex. We drank an awful lot and talked about Wodehouse and how cows were actually lizards. It was the sort of thing that makes you remember what pubs are for. We even had a loony turn up for a bit but L got him to go away, everything you could want really. L and his friend are both writers, so it was interesting to hear them talk about their projects.

Tonight I am going to the party I mentioned before. Which will be an interesting experience I imagine, as The Not-quite-an-old-flame will be there so that meeting will be, something at least. I don't think I am going to drink that much I feel decidedly strange after three days of drinking and perhaps another day wouldn't be too wise. I still haven't worked out what I am going to wear for the theme - I Have a toga knocking about so perhaps that; if I can think of a good reason.

I have been thinking about our Designer a bit over the last few days, I still can't work out if I fancy her but she is lovely and tall...