Actually this one went into a somewhat surreal tangent. Prior to getting in the car with Mandy we had been in some kind of crossover socialite party/outdoor barbecue where me and a lad I haven't seen since school were lighting a joint the size of a leek on the campfire, then I had to hide it when Mandy arrived. When I got out of Mandy's car to go to the bar, I was also no longer myself, but someone else completely. That was bizarre. At no point in the ***** did I think I had a chance with Mandy, if anything I felt like she was chaperoning me... despite me being actually older than her, clearly.