Going out is the new staying in to get over your cold.

Saturday afternoon is the new Saturday night. Can't decide whether to go out on Saturday or stay in and watch telly? Do both. Met up with Ian and Neil and Guy in Comptons at about five, had what felt like a full night's entertainment, and still got home in time to watch I Love 1984.

Sunday afternoon is the new Sunday afternoon. But the Two Brewers is not the new Vauxhall Tavern, and Pam Ann - while fairly funny - is not the new DE Experience. And poor Sandra, of course, is not the new anything. Highlight of the evening: missing the last northbound tube, milling around on various pavements, trying to work out which way was north, and then jumping on a bus which Andy claimed was going to Oxford Street but which turned off towards Brixton. Ian decided he'd had enough of our indecision and went striding off purposely in what he hoped was a northerly direction. Me, Andy and Jonathan had a strategic regrouping in KFC before persuading a cab driver to take us to Shoreditch via Archway via Trafalgar Square. For twenty quid.