I have got a slight memory lapse. I can't remember what we did last night... all I can recall is that we started the night off with some drinkies and after that it's a little fuzzy. I think Miss HHG introduced me to someone called Miss K.B. Barbie.

What the hell does "come into my boudoir, mon petit André-jouet"  mean? It's all I can recall. And where did those strange markings on my back and knees come from? I am perplexed....

24th March 2009

Oh dear... it's all coming back to me in its Ricard-soaked, pavement-kissing awfulness. Miss HHG kindly gave me some Alka-seltzer.