Warm flat, contented soul.

As I type this I am awfully warm, the heating has been turned on which means my flat is an oven of comfort and warmth. Where I live is lovely during the summer, but during the winter is when it really shines. The rain makes a beautiful noise as it pounds on the glass and when you step inside the wall of warm air hitting you is lovely. I like being warm.

It has been an interesting week, on Friday I went out and got drunk with a bunch of people I hadn't seen for quite some time, which rather predictably ended up in some bizarre bar at 3am. I met a rather pleasant lady who was wonderfully tall, do I like tall women. We drank together and talked about the usual things. Later on we shared a kiss somewhere deep in the city, I forget where before parting ways. She was nice, but was in the middle of a separation which is a bit of a turn off.

I went out last night with for someone's birthday. It was an interesting bunch of people, H got distracted by a specific girl so spent the entire night in the corner talking to her. I flitted about from one group to another talking to a few people, all of whom were very interesting. I had a long chat with a chap who is the controller of one of the main TV channels about the merits of ancient Rome before moving on to talk to someone else about why some chaps have a real sexual chip on their shoulder about posh girls. She is going to try and start a magazine to capitalise on it.

The party was pleasant but the birthday girl was rather making a move on me, this would be a bad idea for two reasons.
1 - I work with her, and I don't have anything naughty to do with people I work with
2 - I can't remember the second reason now, but it was awfully compelling.

So anyway I slipped away into the night and scampered off home. I have to go and pay some cheques into the banks - birthday gifts and I think I may go for a coffee and sit and think about things. Or I might just go and get some new trousers, my winter wardrobe needs some work.