Without chopsticks

Went for an all-you-can-eat buffet at Swin's chavviest Chinese restaurant on Friday night. The food was quality, although they could done with bigger plates. Sat next to a table full of scantily-clad, but super young, girls. I'm talking so young that I felt I should be put in prison for being in the same room as them. Finally going to have to accept that I'm getting old; there was a point when I wondered where these girls' fathers were when they left the house dressed like that. I swear one girl's skirt was so short I could see her arse-cheeks when she stood at the buffet.

God I'm getting old. Was a time I would have just sat back and had a good perv.

One girl ate her eal with a chopstick in each hand for fifteen minutes. It was only when they heard our entire table near killing themselves with laughter that one of her friends instructed her in the correct method.

The vodka bar we went to offers six shots for £8 (what it calls a speed stick). We split one between two. Seemed like such a good idea at the time.

Now, sat on a train that will take me west again, I'm not so sure.

Finished the night in the Walkabout. Despite the fact that it's the fairly standard end to a night in Swin, I haven't been there in a while. Finding it hard to say I've missed the place.