Oh my god! So, have had (and am still having) ace night with Phil. We went to a cheese night at a pub/club (the Sindrome. Yep, spelled Sin, not Syn, but it has ace naff bands playing dodgy covers of The Final Countdown which is good after a certain amount of beer)

So, some neanderthal (who I'd earlier commented on to my mates as being one of the few blokes there who didn't look bad removing his top. OK, so it was hotter than... well I'll leave the metaphors to you but still, 17 stone blokes have *no* excuse for stripping off) came up to me and asked me to dance (well, grunted) He was fit. I was drunk. I said OK. We danced (and OK, I dance sleazy) and half way through, he bent over and *bit* my arse. There are teeth marks. I checked. In a mirror. When I was a student, the odd grope was as far as it went. Arse biting is decidedly out of order.

May have to get a tetanus jab tomorrow.