Teddy Bear #

3 December 1998

A most enjoyable evening out with colleagues (and no, I’m not just saying that). Plenty of good beer early on, followed by some appalling lagers later on in a club. Alcohol prices in clubs continue to perplex me - faced with a large sign saying “Bottles £1”, I asked for a bottle of Heineken, which turned out to be £2.60. But the pints of Heineken (containing much more than a bottle), were just £1. I don’t understand this when sober, I have little chance in the early hours of the morning after having consumed plenty of conventionally-priced booze.

Despite these strange discrepancies, the club was fun, the music vaguely enjoyable - any place that follows ​A Town Called Malice​ with ​The Eton Rifles​ before launching into some cheesy new romanticism is OK by me, at least when I’m too drunk to care more.

The topic of anonymity came up again today - a colleague couldn’t believe that I diverted an anonymous phone call to ansaphone (I have caller ID), and when the caller left no message, I was asked if I wasn’t just a tiny bit curious as to who had been phoning. Well, I’m not. It was probably a wrong number - anyone who knows me would’ve left a message. Besides, I was busy with a call on a landline, so it’s not as if I was being totally ignorant.