Like many of the fellows that I knew for a short time I have forgotten his family name. They didn't have much mail arriving or many occasions for me to use it during a relationship. Certainly they have gone from my memory now.

After the disappointment of finding Gary, my partner for the last couple of months had packed his bags and gone leaving me alone on 31 December. I recovered quickly and decided that I would not like to spend New Year's Eve and New Year's Day on my own. I'd been down to my friend Rita who'd comforted me and agreed to drive up to a bar in the East End so that I could have a few drinks, drown my sorrows and try to find a good-looking lad to refill my now empty bed.

We went to a gay bar in Hackney. The place was not very busy when we arrived and we took a seat at a table near the small stage where there would be cabaret playing later in the evening.

I was not in a very good mood because I had been let down by Gary and although Rita had done her best to cheer me up on the journey across I was still snappy and irritable.
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