I had a very boring time waiting for my flight to Sydney back in December. Thankfully Clare phoned me and entertained me while I waited for a bit. I was surrounded by depressed old people, families with screaming toddlers and not a hot boy in sight!

I ate an overpriced and entirely unfulfilling roll and then resisted buying some alcohol.

The flight itself was ok. A bit of turbulence but the food was surprisingly good. The inflight movie was 'mambo italiano'. It's about a young italian gay guy in Canada who comes out and the subsequent 'adventures' that ensue. It was alright, there were a few very funny moments but generally it was poor.

I made a mess of myself with an ice-cream during the movie. It wasn't till I popped to the loo after the movie did I realise that not all of my chocolate ice cream had reached my mouth. There were multiple drops on my (Grrrr, white!) t-shirt and a huge blob right on my crotch for all the world to see. I swore furiously in the toilet and tried in vain to wash the crotch the stain off. It didn't work and, if anything, made the stain more prominent.

I came off the plane to find Matt (bless him) waiting for me and no sooner had we hugged in greeting than I exclaimed loudly "I've soiled myself on the crotch!" In hindsight saying this quite so loudly in a crowded area wasn't the best idea but sometimes I forget how loud my voice can get.

Back at Matts we flat we decided not to go out as James was flying in early the next day and I wanted to go and meet him.

Well, that didn't work out quite as I had planned due to me sleeping in and missing crucial texts from James. D'oh! I felt so bad, James made his own way (via taxi) to Matts flat in Randwick and after a brief rest Matt and I dragged him down the beach.

The weather was so hot and despite the long sleep the night before I felt quite tired. I thought James, after a massively long series of flights, was doing well just staying awake. Matt introduced us to his large group of friends.

There were so many of them that I was quite intimidated. They were all very chatty, very friendly and there was a great vibe amongst the group in general.

After an hour or two James headed back to the flat. I stayed on the beach but after a short while felt guilty about letting James go on his own so I went back to the flat to make sure he was ok.

That night James was too tired to go out but Matt and I hit the town and mey up with a lot of his friends. We went to the columbian, one of the most popular gay bars on oxford street. Despite it being Sunday, the bar was packed and it was really quite difficult to fight your way to the bar or the loo.

I had a chance to meet Matts friends again and quickly tried to memorise all their names, not such an easy task when there were about fifteen of them. I had a great time chatting to them all and felt glad that I was getting on with them.

Matt and I pretty much destroyed ourselves and as we got back to the flat we tried to be as quiet as we could. Despite this James still heard us drunkenly saying "Sssh!" to each other, d'oh!