Nic and I are homely souls. We like sitting on sofas and lazing in beds, not propping up bars. But we have been this way for many years now and the time has perhaps come to consider having a social life even though there is good TV on. It is a painful prospect.

So last Friday night we ventured, shivering, into the night time air. There were flashing lights, our eyes were not accustomed to the "music" and the "fun" around us was strange and alien. Our fun usually involves Skittles milkshake and laughing at people who are wearing rubbish outfits.

But it was actually a really fun night - Nic admired the bum of one of my colleagues, to his delight as he found her quite awesome also. Oh wait, Nic is sensible and married... I did have to convince her not to cheat on her husband though, which is a) the sign of a good night and b) a reason for Nic to be proud as she did not do anything bad at all. Go Nic!

There was a mild debacle with Fittie, in that he DID NOT PHONE (what a boy thing to do) however he did flirt mildly which is enough to make me panic and hyperventilate for two hours. Yes I am a bit pathetic. I don't mind though. He also somehow said he had my number... concerning as I have never given it to him. Well, not concerning, actually it's kind of great, but how did he get it!? Why won't he use it!? I hate these questions.

We were joined by a man we shall call GCPB. He has a weird beard. Honestly, some things should be illegal. His chin is definitely one of them. Maybe illegal is a bit harsh... it should just not be allowed within my line of vision. Which is hard as I see him daily. They should give us compensation for mental damage caused by the bizarre stuff sprouting out of his chin.

I love my Nicola and, in some strange platonic marriage kinda way, for the rest of my days I promise to look after her in any way she needs and be the best Katey I can be to make her smile. Everyone needs a friend like my Nic but you can't have this one, she's mine.