Last night I went regular, townie clubbing for the first time in years. I was *very* moody and difficult about it, but my friends were persuasive, good-natured and shelled out for my entrance fee, so I couldn't really complain that much.

And it was fun! Well, we probably managed about an hour and a half at most, which included a grand total of one (overpriced) drink each. Fortunately, chart pop music is probably the best it's ever been at present (though the lack of Justin Timberlake was noted with a frown), so I really rather enjoyed a fairly restrained dance. As always seems to happen, I ended up having a better time than any of my formerly-enthusiastic chums :)

There was one guy there, a short, average looking and extremely drunk bloke, who was literally wandering around snogging every available female. I saw him kiss one girl, but then as she took his hand and led him towards the bar, he pulled out of her grasp and attached himself to a totally different girl. His previous conquest went through an amazing visible gamut of facial emotions, from excitement to bafflement to anger to sadness, in the space of about 5 seconds...