Apparently Ian got very drunk in W2 last night and told Ginny that I fancy her. She couldn’t remember who I was. In a way, I’m glad I wasn’t there.
Also last night, on the train home I was chatted up by a pretty blonde – that’s the second time in two days! I was wearing the same shirt on each occasion – clearly, this shirt has some strange power over women, because I can think of no other reason why they should be attracted to me!
separating the wanted from the unwanted