21 October 1998 - LONELY HEART
I went on another date last night, but I don't think I made a very good impression. The lady was a highly regarded lawyer from Nice, who was very properly spoken.
I don't think she took very kindly to me pretending I was at a pantomime in my head - particularly as we were at the cinema watching Saving Private Ryan. My repeated shouts of "He's behind you", and constant booing and hissing became too much for her after an hour, and she left without saying goodbye. In fact, she cut my foot off.