Had a great weekend with the exciting Tim in Manchester.
We didn't, alas, get to play Strip Twister.... there wasn't space in the mathcbox of a posh hotel room.
Malmaison turns out to be a bizarre hotel chain. It's all fake French - they don't appear to have any branches in France, it's just a po-mo statement - from the french toiletries through to the lift that announces "ouverture le porte" as the doors open.
One of the great things about a weekend with a charming gentleman friend in Manchester is that the weather is so predictably horrid you don't feel guilty about not going out much.