Friday:
Met up with Marcus, Jonathan, Mark, Nikki and Ian at the Hen and Chickens at Highbury Corner, then jumped into cabs and went to an art exhibition in a church. None of the art was particularly brilliant, apart from the life-size-naked-woman-candle, which was gorgeous. Jonathan has a pic of it.

We went for a couple of drinks at the Edward VI, and then Marcus and I - and his friend Håcan - went to Fiction. I've always enjoyed Fiction's chilled atmosphere and sumptuous surrounds, but all was not well there on Friday. It seems to have lost what once made it special - its exclusivity, perhaps. Marcus wasn't feeling well, and the two snotty sneering eastern Europeans swanning around the dance floor with a bottle of Möet didn't help his mood at all.

We spent the trip home trying to work out what sex our minicab driver was: looked like a man, talked like an anorak.

Still, the evening had quite a lovely ending, as we opened a bottle of red wine and Marcus and I had a real heart-to-heart, dicussing our respective childhood traumas till the sun came up. No, honestly, it was lovely!

Saturday:
A day in bed. We slept in till late, then Marcus got up and made me breakfast in bed. As for me, I didn't set foot out of the bed all day, till we went to Blockbusters and rented Best In Show and The Gift [both so-so]. We stuffed our faces with junk food - jelly tots, jelly beans, mints, popcorn and dill crisps [a fine Swedish innovation].

Sunday:
Go on, hazard a guess!