Just called Cameron again, even though our 'date' last night was... well it was... so odd. We didn't even shag. Just sat and talked.
Or at least, I talked at about a million miles an hour about complete crap and Cameron sat opposite me, smiling at me as if to say "you're a total twat but that's alright."
I think I spent twenty minutes talking about starters. I mean, I don't usually have starters obviously, unless I'm out with Stuart's clients which, thank God, has only happened a couple of times because it's always awful, but that's no excuse. Actually last time I went anywhere that served starters, Stuart and I went to this really posh restaurant with some people from Next. I was half way there and quite looking forward to it when Stuart casually mentioned that he'd told everyone I was his brother. I spent the whole evening talking about my "quaint" irish childhood in this dreadful accent and trying to explain why Stuart and I looked nothing alike. I don't think anyone even asked me about it, I just started going on. They quite liked me though actually. I still have Meryl's number, call her occasionally and tell her how things are going in the Jones household.
Anyway, it wasn't that bad last night, partly because Stuart wasn't there and partly because Cameron knew I was Vince Tyler, assistant supermarket manager and not Stuart's brother/hairdresser/moral adviser. And teh food was really nice and he was nice as well, even though he was really old and... Stuart, I've just remembered: I've lost my phone. Well, I know where it is, but unless Dane takes up scuba diving I'm not gonna get it back any time soon. Sorry.
Hopefully tonight will be better, it's my date so I get to chose what we're doing. I'm thinking Via Fossa at the moment. Stuart, you going? If you are I'll see you there. Perhaps I'll even be able to behave like a normal person. One who isn't obsessed with starters.