Thank God for the cool Indian doorman. Without him I would've either slept on the street, or been taken advantage of by a really drunk gay man. Again, thank God for the cool Indian doorman. Night one in Manchester turns out to be absolutely brilliant. We met some really cute girls at Mojo. Neither of us went home with them, but we got really close. I would like to thank Geoff for leaving me in a Manchester bar all by myself. Lucky for me, I am incredibly intelligent (even drunk) and found my way back to his flat quite easily. The drink count for June 3rd was about 10. Not bad for a first night. Hangover status this morning: mild.