Max and Tobes and I talked about cars. His reluctance to employ consonants in everyday speech and the fact that I was watching the road and couldn't lipread made the conversation rather one-sided.
No-one talked about me. Max went to sleep on the back seat.
We arrived at the flat and unloaded and I went to park the car. The car park machines only take coins, not paper or cards, and I was buying four days of parking.
Max and Tobes and I talked about TAFF, and compared the canvassing techniques of James and Anders. No-one talked about me.
We went to the convention, went to the bar, met people, went to the bar, went to panels, went to the bar.
Max and Tobes and I talked about relationships, and specifically everyone else's relationships. No-one talked about me.
Tobes still not gay.
