Note To Self:

So some girls came back to the flat the other night. It was unplanned, which is always a worry when you live with flatmates like mine, but the mess was...tolerable. No bio-organic matter on the coffee table, only a couple of pairs of my flatmate's pants hanging on the hallway radiator, etc, etc. Fine.

Except. One of the girls started idly leafing through the magazines and books lying round the living room. Vice Magazine? Fine. Venue? Yeah, I've done some writing for that one. Chuck Palahniuk's new novel? I'm a big fan of his work.

Eddie Bravo's Mastering The Rubber Guard: Jujitsu For MMA?

She picked it up, looked at one page, went oddly quiet and put it down without another word. They both left about twenty minutes later.

Note to self: hide the fight books better.