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Tuesday 7

Arrive at club. Bit dark but then it's winter so I suppose that was no surprise. I was expecting to do circuits but the lights were on in Blade house so I just popped my head round the door and ..before I knew it was being wheeled around the place atop a tall tower type affair by Vince and chalking up lines for wiring. I think you'll find they're very straight. If in the wrong place.

Alternated circus acrobatics with brief spells of leaning on broom pointing out inexplicable erection anomalies before scoffing Westminster council meeting leftovers. Short food break was followed by drilling, er....wall plugging and other technical stuff supervised by Craig and carried out with various levels of competence by Nicola, Richard, Vince, Mark, Tim and Myself. I do hope circuits were arduous?

Decamp to Rose of York where Craig manages to get his grub screw stuck but Tim rescues him with chewing gum No, really that bits true. Tim announces he has fallen in love with Graham (...shuffle notes..) ah, no, that's fallen for posh girl whose name is Graham (...shuffle notes..). No no..Graham is posh. Tim is a girl (..notes run out at this point..). Anyway. Tim is Lord Mayor erect...(...notes  restart at this point...) elect. Right, that's all clear I hope? Nothing scandalous or embarrassing to be inferred from that. Oh no sireee. No paint on my sleeve. AND Graham's name is apparently Zimbabwe. Babs to his...friends. Or Zimmer.

Anyway Craig and Graham also announce they're starting a driving school together (...I have no notes on this bit so it's entirely from memory, bear with me) and there was plenty of other stuff so I'll add more as I remember it. Oh yes, that's it. Craig and Graham are trying for the Vets division for the Dusi. Anti-ageing cream notwithstanding.