On Wednesday afternoon I finally got round to looking at a few blogs for the first time in a week. I noted that Troubled Diva was having a mini-meet in a pub in London and as Edward is in Northumberland with his Gran and Grandad, saving me the schlep home after work to walk him, I, ahem, cleared my diary to attend. Darren was meeting with his football chums to watch the Arsenal match in another pub so he was unable to escort me. So I then called Diamond Geezer on his mobile phone and he told me he’d love to join us but the ten hour flight from San Francisco might make him a bit late (memo to self: open all daily blog reads before making social plans). Friendless and alone I trudged across Green Park towards Soho where the Algonquin-Round-Table-esque event was taking place. Good job I had my PSP as everyone was fashionably late. How sad must I have looked standing in a Soho bar nursing a pint, playing a PSP and listening to the new Morrissey album on headphones? Very. Anyway, everyone eventually arrived and we pretended to be witty for a few hours and then I was ordered home by ‘im indoors and when I left everyone talked about me in a “who the fuck was that boring bastard?” type of way. Not that I’m paranoid or anything. I met Anna and Johnny and Robin and a man with a beard whose name and blog I missed as I'd had three pints by then but am currently awaiting clarification email from TD, ex-blogger Nigel was there and then (shock horror) someone who doesn't have a blog arrived (he only reads them! Weirdo!).

Update: Mike tells me that the bearded blogger was none other than Jack The Ripper expert and author Alan Sharp from Random Burblings.