Nothing much happened here . . . slept a lot, pottered around the house, started work on my next university maths assignment . . . differentiation and all that . . . rates of change, minimum, maximum, blah, blah, blah. Went round to M****'s in the evening. Stayed in that night. Simon and Mouse came over. M**** was on the 'phone to Simon last night. Mouse had been sick outside the Elbow Room (and, therefore, at a time and place very close to our little group, but we weren't to know). It all made sense now. Well, more sense. And also Anna . . . Anna came round too. I think she was trying to embarrass me at the garage (a late night trip for nibbles and cigarettes (in her case)), by saying loudly that the Bizarre magazine I was trying to pay for was nothing more than porn. Anyone who's read Bizarre before would know this not to be the case.