last night

"Do you want to come back to mine and do a guest entry in my diary?" he said.

"No," I said.

(Apart from that it was an excellent evening; we decided (more accurately, I decided) that instead of going to the boring cocktail bar we always go to when the pubs close we should go to a park, and so we all ended up lying on the grass in the Minster gardens, shivering and laughing and periodically going "This is so much better than [the boring cocktail bar]". The great outdoors.)