Supposedly one of the customers I served today was Peter Andre's best friend, although I found it odd that he mentioned it, as surely if he truly was, he wouldn't go shouting out about it. It was a bit awkward when he asked me what I thought of Peter, I answered with "yeah, he seems quite funny, like a good dad from what I can see from his TV show. He's more popular than Katie anyway" (i.e. I don't think that much of him). Another "impressive" factor on his behalf was that he owned Sugar hut- the club I turned down the free entry voucher for when we went to Heritage. I asked him for all the gossip on what happened between Peter and Katie, and so later on he asked for my number (which I conveniently don't know off my heart) and then got me to write down his number so that we could go for a drink and I could talk to Peter on the phone myself… a really tempting offer! As predicted, he left a tip, but I hope he doesn't come back.

I tried to go shopping and buy a nice top, but all the ones I liked just looked like the sort of think Aaron from the kitchen at work would tell me I would look like a school teacher in again, so returned empty handed.

Seb (the guy who works at Fika and who keeps smuggling back espresso balls back for me) appreciated the mound of mashed potato, BBQ sauce, steak and garlic mushrooms I brought back for him last night, but didn't manage to give to him until today.