I was out driving my 4x4 with Richard (an improved version of an old friend’s brother) and planned to spend the night at his. But as we drove down London Road/Crane Hill, there was something going on ahead involving several cars. At first we thought it was an accident but as we got closer it became clear that there was a shootout in progress. I didn’t slow in time and ended up doing a 3-point turn right in front of the shooters. They weren’t interested in us and we got away unharmed. I called my parents and asked if Richard, and a couple that had appeared in the back of the 4x4, could stay the night at ours (I still lived at home). I was disappointed!
Next I was sitting with my old next door neighbour Debbie. She said there was a guy that wanted to meet me. There were 4 of us laying on a bed chatting - me, Debbie, this unknown chap and David Boreanaz (Angel from Buffy). I went to the loo happy that I had David, pretty much enthralled and this other guy as a possibility. When I returned, Debbie and the no-name chap had gone. David told me that she had lent over to kiss him and then left. I was furious! I told David to wait there while I went after them. I found them in a coffee shop, waited outside. When they came out and sat on a bench, I approached them. They were eating crisps and acting all lovey-dovey. I commented on how it was her third bag and no wonder she was fat, and then walked off. Next thing, they were arguing. I had a smug grin on my face as I returned to David.