I went out by myself on Sunday night, and ended up bringing a very cute, very shaggable guy back home in the wee hours of the morning. We sat for a while and chilled for two hours just talking rubbish and that's all that happened.

You know why? Because that guy with the smouldering good looks just happened to be my cousin.

Damn.

On to other things. John Creamer was good: very tribal and lots of percussion - just the way I like it. I would have stayed for the whole night but unfortunately, my cousin didn't like the music and wanted to leave early. I really do have to find men who can last just as long as I can.