Went actual rock-climbing (as opposed to actual rock-climbing) lastnight at the Uni Surrey sport centre! Have cleverly removed some skin using a rope, it took Hazel and Abi about half-an-hour to hammer into my head how to belay (the trick, we worked out, is not to think about it too much). But I managed to get the hang of that and also climbing some of the easier walls. Hands and arms got a bit tired (as I'd always feared) after about an hour of all this, but I had a grand time, and will go back. Better yet, Hazel's Fraser has (she thinks) size 11 feet (another fellow freak, hurrah!) so I'll even be able to use proper climbing shoes next time. How handy!

Was all followed by retiring to the newly refurbished White House (now with nice decor) and thence -- inevitably, in retrospect -- to Bar Zuka. Where Abi's friend Gav (not the Scottish one) was playing. What a co-inkey-dink! So Abi and Hazel danced in a white-wine kind of way, while Fletch, ChrisHousemateOfFletch and I sat and took in the atmosphere, and beer.

A good night was had by all (I'm guessing)