One of the 282 pieces of junk, wasn't junk at all.

Mike from the trip wanted to take me ten-pin bowling.

I assumed it was a date. He wasn't my dream guy, but we got on ok, so I thought: 'Why not? Lets see how we get on outside the group dynamics of the Cuba expedition.'

On the day, I went to the hairdressers, chose my clothes carefully and painted my nails (crucial for bowling).

Now, I don't mind someone being late if I'm waiting at home, but Mike had insisted on picking me up from the station so I was a bit annoyed.

He had looked good in shorts, but the cords he was wearing didn't do anything for him - or me. I seemed to end up lending him a tenner. And I'm all for equality, but he didn't even give me a chance to win at bowling. He thrashed me.

Goodbye Mike!