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We went for dinner at the Caley Sample Rooms this evening. It's a cool pub that looks like a barn with all kinds of beer on tap.

I had risotto, with a poached egg on top, washed down with a bottle of Fruili. It was delicious and we'd have stayed for dessert if we weren't running late.

Kenny was hosting this year's Eurovision Song Contest Party, so we headed around to his flat, armed with bags of pick 'n' mix and the most appropriate wine we could find from the new hipster beer shop - it even had a pink cork!

We made up rules for own Eurovision drinking game which involved taking a shot of a "domesticated home brew spirit" every time a musician dropped to their knees, played air guitar or an announcer tried to make a joke that nobody could understand.

We left Kenny's around 2am after helping Laura leave inspirational post-it notes and drawings for him to find around his apartment.