So, erm . . . I think Rav and I left work at about 16:30, wandered around town a bit and then went back towards work, but crossed the road and headed for Bar Home. But then, tragedy: it was shut, in order to install some huge TV screen thingy (something to do with some football match or something). We then did not what to do with ourselves. Our evening had fallen apart. First priority was to find or contact Walter and tell him of the change of plan. So, we headed back to work, which didn't take long, it only being about a minute away. Rav rang Walter on the way, explaining the situation. Walter said he would meet us outside in about five minutes, so we decided just to hang around outside work, loitering. Then M**** rang me, which I hadn't expected. M**** had changed her mind: she did fancy a drink after all. I suddenly decided that we should go to Lux, as this had been an idea a while ago that never quite happened. Trouble was, I only had the vaguest of ideas of how to describe the location of this bar . . . erm . . . under some arches somewhere? . . . so, I had to get M**** to meet Rav and I outside work, seeing as how she had originally been planning on heading that way anyway (for Bar Home). Yeah . . . and, erm, Walter took ages, so by the time Walter was out (17:20?), we also had M**** with us. So, erm . . . we figured that we just needed to follow the train track, away from the station . . . I attempted to do this literally, clambering over walls, through car parks . . . blah, blah, blah. We got to the back of several bar type venues underneath the train track arches, but all the metal grills (tantalisingly providing glimpses of tables, drinks, people) were locked, so we had to go the long way around. It was only when we got to Lux itself that we realised that we could have cut through . . . erm . . . could have got there via many other quicker routes. Yep. So, erm . . . Liz and Anna turned up a bit later, and we hung around Lux until the drinks promotions ended (8pm). A few doors down there was this place called Arch 54, which looked kind of interesting so, yeah . . . we went there. This place was weird. We were just kind of milling around, trying to decide what drinks to get, where to sit, blah, blah, blah, when one of the bar staff came up to us and was like, "If you'd like to take a seat, I'll take your drinks orders in a moment or two," and we were like, "Erm . . . right, okay," and, erm . . . so we sat down. And then there was this woman, asking if she could take pictures of us, if it would be okay and I was like, "Sure, but what's it for?" she mentioned a web-site, "Okay. What's the URL?" and then everyone was like, "For God sake, Jonath, she's just taking pictures!!!" and I was like, "Well, we'll need to see the pictures before they're published," and she was like, "Man, I'm just the photographer." It was like a breakdown in communication. It seemed like a reasonable request to make. She took a load of pictures and then skulked off. But anyway . . . what happened next? I think one of Liz's friends, Paul, arrived at some point. So I say, "Where the hell did you come from?" but I think that came out all wrong too. "Paul, what I meant to say was, 'So, Paul, how did you find yourself here? Was it planned?'" Lord only knows why it should surprise me that people arrange to meet other people using mobile 'phones . . . text messages and stuff. Yeah. Anyway. And then I think for so some reason we were at Hakuna Mutata, weren't we? But Anna was hungry. So was I. No-one else was. We went to Pizza Express. I had dough balls and a chicken caesar salad. I'm not sure what Anna had. We got through a bottle of house red. I left my ruck-sack there. I realised when I got back to Hakuna Mutata, a pint of John Smiths in my hand. We left Pizza Express at about 22:50. I really wanted to go to The Angel for last orders, but there was no way. I left for home with M****. M**** had work to go to the following day. I had a missed call from Tania on my mobile. We got back to M****'s house. M**** ordered a pizza. M**** was on the phone. It didn't say what time the phone call was at. Which phone call? I stumbled home, forgetting my ruck-sack again.