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Jan. 30th, 2002 04:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vyvyanxWell! I haven't been able to write entries here for several days, for various reasons. Anyway, now a long recap of things that happened since last Thursday. On Thursday evening, G had been over at GB's place picking up his upgraded computer, and we'd booked a table at the Hot Pot for 9. I got there just after 9, and waited until just after 9.15. No sign of G, so I tried to ring him in case he was still at home. Couldn't remember his number, so called directory enquiries but forgot house no, so no joy. Waited a little longer, then began slowly walking up Chesterton Road towards his house, keeping an eye out for him. No sign. Got to house about 9.50; G's housemate let me in; G wasn't there, but I icq-d GB and asked when G had left. Apparently 2 hours earlier. Rather disturbed, I left a note on G's computer, and a message with his housemate, and walked back to college. He wasn't there either (it was now about 10.30). Left a note on my door, and went to KSR in case he was there. He wasn't.
Went back to room, and immediately got phone call from G, at home. Apparently, he'd got to the restaurant just after 9.15, and waited inside. I'd glanced through the door a couple of times, but apprently he was in a corner hidden from obvious view. We could only surmise that he must have arrived and entered the restaurant while I was in the phone box looking in the other direction. Very strange, and annoying - I spent 2 hours wandering around Cambridge in the cold, and he spent about 2 hours worrying that I'd had an accident. Anyway, he came over to my place that night. On Friday, he didn't go to work; I can't quite recall what we did during the day, but in the evening we went to Pizza Hut to eat, and then G caught a bus back home to get changed for going to London. I went home, had a bath, and got dressed up too. As arranged, I went to the station to meet G, expecting him there between 7.30 and 7.45. I arrived just before 7.45. He wasn't there.
Numerous trains to London then came and left, but no sign of G. I tried to ring him about 8.15, but although I remembered the right house no. this time, he seemed to be ex-directory. So hung around. By 9pm, I was giving up hope of him ever arriving, and was on the point of walking home, when suddenly he arrived. Apparently, his bus didn't come; he went home to see if I'd rung (which of course I couldn't), then waited for the next bus; it didn't show either, so he started walking. Hence extreme lateness. Anyway, we bought tickets straight away, rushed onto the platform, and saw the train to Kings Cross just leaving. Bother. The next one was in 40 minutes, so we walked up Station Road and sat in a bar for a bit. To our surprise, R, the owner of the recently-closed Q club (where G and I met) was there having a drink. We chatted to him for a bit; apparently he'd like to open up a big new club outside Cambridge some time. Then, walked back to station, caught train (at last!).
Got to Kings Cross, where to my surprise I didn't run into AM, who I usually meet in London :-) Got tube to Electric Ballroom, where we met G's friend R after a bit. Had a great time; much dancing and drinking. Was flirted at much by H, old friend of G's, who I found very attractive, but who G said was an utter sleazeball. G and I were supposed to be sleeping that night at his friend DE's place, but DE never turned up (apparently he was in Buckingham getting stoned). He seems a very unreliable guy. So instead, we went to stay with a different friend of G's, Doogle. Only he doesn't live alone - he shares a chaotic flat with his sort-of girlfriend and approximately 4 skater-types, who were completely crazy. When we got into the flat, D rushed into the living room and began yelling obscenities at his housemates, because they'd dragged D's bed out of his room into the living room, and were lying on it getting stoned and watching the Young Ones on video. The TV was balanced on a skateboard.
Anyway, the bed got dragged away, and assorted people milled about shouting and smoking and drinking and skateboarding and organising food. I curled up in a corner and watched the Young Ones. At about 5am, everyone seemed to go to bed. There was no spare room, and no sofas or even chairs in the living room, just 3 beanbags. So G and I somehow managed to pass the night on the beanbags. I was quite comfortable, but G complained incessantly :-)
So that was Friday. Will continue this write-up tomorrow, as I have to go and meet G now.
Went back to room, and immediately got phone call from G, at home. Apparently, he'd got to the restaurant just after 9.15, and waited inside. I'd glanced through the door a couple of times, but apprently he was in a corner hidden from obvious view. We could only surmise that he must have arrived and entered the restaurant while I was in the phone box looking in the other direction. Very strange, and annoying - I spent 2 hours wandering around Cambridge in the cold, and he spent about 2 hours worrying that I'd had an accident. Anyway, he came over to my place that night. On Friday, he didn't go to work; I can't quite recall what we did during the day, but in the evening we went to Pizza Hut to eat, and then G caught a bus back home to get changed for going to London. I went home, had a bath, and got dressed up too. As arranged, I went to the station to meet G, expecting him there between 7.30 and 7.45. I arrived just before 7.45. He wasn't there.
Numerous trains to London then came and left, but no sign of G. I tried to ring him about 8.15, but although I remembered the right house no. this time, he seemed to be ex-directory. So hung around. By 9pm, I was giving up hope of him ever arriving, and was on the point of walking home, when suddenly he arrived. Apparently, his bus didn't come; he went home to see if I'd rung (which of course I couldn't), then waited for the next bus; it didn't show either, so he started walking. Hence extreme lateness. Anyway, we bought tickets straight away, rushed onto the platform, and saw the train to Kings Cross just leaving. Bother. The next one was in 40 minutes, so we walked up Station Road and sat in a bar for a bit. To our surprise, R, the owner of the recently-closed Q club (where G and I met) was there having a drink. We chatted to him for a bit; apparently he'd like to open up a big new club outside Cambridge some time. Then, walked back to station, caught train (at last!).
Got to Kings Cross, where to my surprise I didn't run into AM, who I usually meet in London :-) Got tube to Electric Ballroom, where we met G's friend R after a bit. Had a great time; much dancing and drinking. Was flirted at much by H, old friend of G's, who I found very attractive, but who G said was an utter sleazeball. G and I were supposed to be sleeping that night at his friend DE's place, but DE never turned up (apparently he was in Buckingham getting stoned). He seems a very unreliable guy. So instead, we went to stay with a different friend of G's, Doogle. Only he doesn't live alone - he shares a chaotic flat with his sort-of girlfriend and approximately 4 skater-types, who were completely crazy. When we got into the flat, D rushed into the living room and began yelling obscenities at his housemates, because they'd dragged D's bed out of his room into the living room, and were lying on it getting stoned and watching the Young Ones on video. The TV was balanced on a skateboard.
Anyway, the bed got dragged away, and assorted people milled about shouting and smoking and drinking and skateboarding and organising food. I curled up in a corner and watched the Young Ones. At about 5am, everyone seemed to go to bed. There was no spare room, and no sofas or even chairs in the living room, just 3 beanbags. So G and I somehow managed to pass the night on the beanbags. I was quite comfortable, but G complained incessantly :-)
So that was Friday. Will continue this write-up tomorrow, as I have to go and meet G now.
