New Year

Meat
Some excellent Thai curried chicken. I'm already trying to find a paste to replicate it myself.

Drink
A couple of cans of Grolsch. Well, 3. Then the Wellington, three pints of London Pride. Then the Talbot. A few more pints of something or other. Some Champagne. Someone's leftover Guinness. Then back to the flat. Some vodka, possibly another beer or two. A short nap then some port and a cup of tea.

Company
Rob, Chris, Shane, Tom, Marina, Charlie, Jez and his girlfriend whose name I forget (sorry). Excellent to a man.

Headaches
Yes.

Memorable topics of conversation
Developing contempt for me on meeting me, it saves time, where to buy coconut milk, borrowing money, world of meat, world of wine and beer, lesbian leopards, Pride vs IPA, Swedish stereotypes, London is wonderful, Rob is from everywhere, what people 'do' (so, what do you do?), lots of pretty people, the Franco-Prussian war, the films of Sandra Bullock, 'We'll find you a nice man' 'I'm not gay though', 'Happy New Year', do you mind that we didn't go to that party?, 'I have a boyfriend, but...', where has Shane gone? and then it all breaks down into kebabs, vodka and numbness.

Weather
Cold but not too cold. Light showers.

Sport
There is a distinct possibility I danced.

TV
None

Overall an 8.5, due to the complete absence of television, and because the conversation was mostly excellent, if sometimes a little silly. The vodka was a bad idea, but it always is, and we always do it.