Last night was the store night out, in the city centre. In order to raise money for charity, myself and a few people from the floor drew together a little routine which, basically, involved a Full Monty-esque strip. The ladies stripped the guys, so JacquesTheLad was near enough bollock-naked in front of around 300 people. Don't worry, faithful reader. My dignity (?) was kept intact by a pair of boxer shorts, which had pink elephants on them and the words "Working for Peanuts" on them. See! JacquesTheLad does have a sense of humour after all.

So, after the striptease (Demi Moore couldn't have done it better; nor could Robert Carlyle), I ran up to my hotel room, got changed, and came back down to the bar for my free drink. Whilst waiting, a (possibly) young, tall lady* came over and started putting her arm round me. She then started uttering a load of rubbish about how she hates people who knock her back because they're homosexual, then kissed me on the lips. Once she tried to drink my beer, however, I took it off her and moved away.

After much dancing later, I went up to my room. I didn't get a lot of sleeping done though, as the guy I was sharing a room (a room, not a bed - I didn't knock that girl back because I'm homosexual, because I'm not, but because she tried to be wide and nick my drink) with wouldn't stop snoring. When I actually did get to sleep and I woke up, I felt sick. It was a great night.

* The lady was quite drunk. Couldn't you tell?