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Friday 10th February 2006
 
Today was my brother's birthday, so James, Hilary, M**** and I went out for a meal at the Shabab. After the meal, James and Hilary went home (I think James had been out quite a lot this week, having had the week off work) whilst M**** and I went to the Merchants, which was presently going through one its busy period. It kind of goes in phases, the Merchants. People think it's cool for a few years, but then it gets too busy, and the cool people move on, and the not so cool people kind of wonder where everyone's gone, but carry on drinking there nonetheless. Then the freaks move in, with their healing hands, crystals and telepathy, and then it goes quiet again. Something like that. Anyway, that night it was busy. But we weren't there long. Liz picked us up and then the three of us went to the, er . . . that pub in Halton . . . the one that's not the White Lion. Erm . . . I forget its name.
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