After work, where I saw the first rough cut of the ad, I hurried off to meet Toby Kenny and Mum at the Apogee just off Leicester square. Good to see Toby looking relaxed and cheery. From there plunged into Soho with them and ate at Pulcinella's round the corner from the French House, to which we retired briefly after the Italian grub. Talking about MJ and her tastes and Toby told his story of seeing an Egyptian Mummy sitting on a porch in St.Martin's parish in Guernsey, which I am sure that MJ would enjoy. Toby was with his pal Danny at the time in the pitch black and when "it" moved Danny screamed.

Good night out with plenty to catch up on. Left, however, in plenty of time to get home due to the disruption to the tubes which still continues after the bombs. Slept like a baby on the train. Got home and spoke to the marvellous MJ.

With Weezer's help MJ is having a sort of engagement party at Northport. Weezer wrote asking for photos of me to make some species of Peter Kenny effigy, which I rightly refused on the grounds of me not showing up in photographs. She also wants to visit Chanctonbury Ring, which is not too far from Brighton, and has the reputation of being haunted and sinister and is therefore catnip to that Weezer.