Ow. Hurting.

Another Tuesday Club meeting with Thomsk, Robin, Nathan and Joe, plus some irritating hanger-on called Jacob, an Israeli soap writer (Middle Eastenders, perhaps?) who seemed happy to take drinks but not quite so eager to dish them out, however cheap the vodka might have been. Pool followed by bus ride into town (voting on resolutions as we went) to godawful but cheap club Propaganda. That's unfair - not godawful, just loud and packed with pissed 19-year-old foreigners, and older natives hunting them.

Lots of people dancing though. Mostly our kid and young women - separately I should add. Joe going mad to the tunes. And one young thing who didn't move from her space on the floor for two hours - wild, crazy, captivating, at one with the beat, going so hard she must have hurt. The hypnotic effect she had reminded me of watching Vicky dancing whenever we went clubbing at University.

Me, I'm not a dancer, far too many inhibitions, at least until I get off my head. And then it's only the top half. Feet seem strangely reluctant to move, fastened to the floor, which national club guidelines seem to insist is swabbed with a sucrose solution each night before opening. Meanwhile, the top half's pumping away, almost trying to match the bpm. But this girl...

Finally kicked out at three, with Joe and Nathan having acquired a couple of Danish girls. Of course, they come back to mine - the ever dependable, essential fifth wheel (don't get me wrong, I wanted none of it - picking up Euroteens in a club really isn't my bag). Nathan thinks he's onto a winner with Sarah, the more interesting of the two, until her unhinged friend, Christina, drops the bombshell that they all have to sleep in the same room, due to our Geordie friend not being trustworthy. The sitting room consequently becomes West London's largest bed.

This morning... no, sorry, afternoon ... after having finally disposed of the girls, Joe reports they went home untampered with, much to Joe's relief, and Nathan's disappointment.

Never mind, marra, there's always next week.