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Okay so I have had a few blog ideas these past weeks but just didn't write. There you go. I have had a few friends in town from Sydney and they have been keeping me well busy and I am now sick from lack of sleep and the changing weather. Well they are all living in London now and came over for a birthday celebration (not mine). I don't know why I agreed to go clubbing as I think it is quite possibly the most useless exercise there is, but I did and ducked out at a respectable 4am, came home slept 3 hours and was awakened by my father to go play golf. I really don't understand why anyone would go to a club, aside from the obvious. I mean I can see if you are a dirty greasy guy, that's where you go to try to grab a bit of girl. If you are a skin-and-bones girl who looks better with her mouth closed, that's where you go to get grabbed and look apalled. The whole spectacle is kind of amusing. People standing on lines that wrap around city blocks for the off-chance they may be admitted to the dimly lit rooms with thumping walls to strut around and try hard to look like they're not trying hard. Come on. Yours truly, of course, strutted straight through via the elusive guest list and went and sat in a corner and just watched. Upon first glance, everyone is gorgeous, fit and rich. Closer observation reveals the fear of being uncovered. I am judgemental. Deal with it. I can't count how many times I was asked, 'What is wrong?' Leave me the fuck alone, I am so thoroughly entertained.

I am so socially retarded it is unbelievable. I met some lovely people that night and couldn't think of anything to say without sounding like a total idiot. My sense of humor clearly is not for everyone and I need to work on it. This one room at one of the lounges that was bathed in the light of our presence was full of East Asians.
One of our crew comes back to report: "It is chock full of Asians and a few black guys in the corner", to which I respond: "There are always a few black guys in the corner."
There was a pause and a polite chuckle. I was too busy revelling in my own wit, as I often am. I need to get out more, but when I do, I come home disgusted. There are not many interesting and intelligent people about. There are quite a few interestings ones, and quite a few intelligent ones; but the combination is rare. So why bother?

I had more to say but my tum is grumbling. Blogging will be more regular henceforth. Kind of.

Oh, Greg Brady was eating at the table next to us. See, I can be trendy.