Sunday evening 18th December 2011

Upper Halliford station in Surrey. Waiting for train to Waterloo, and there was a girl standing there.
Can't remember what I said at first, and she was rather cold with me. But when I started banging on she started warming up a little.
But I think she was a little afraid as it was a fairly cold and deserted platform.
When I stopped talking she walked off towards the only other person on the platform. I didn't follow her.

Next one was a girl on the train with some bags. Very easy to talk to. "Have you finished your christmas shopping" but the whole thing was foiled with a "Yes. I'm taking the presents down to my fiance on the south coast". Ah well, at least I was able to tell her which platform she had to switch to at clapham junction to get the Eastbourne train. (Number 13)
Mind you I think it would have been better if I had not mentioned "suicide spot" when she said she lived near Beachy Head there. Not exactly conducive to effective chatup I don't think. Unless you are into necrophilia or self harm fetishes perhaps...


Into Waterloo and I decided to go straight to Leicester Square. While I didn't expect to find Mr De Ruina controlling the streets it did nontheless make me wonder whether if I annoyed enough women there it might cast a less than favourable effect upon any "day game" exercise he might be trying to teach.

It was really too cold to chat to anyone outside, so my first port of call was the new "M&M's world".

Whilst it was fairly easy to avoid the hoardes of children and teenagers in there, the women all seemed to be in a hurry. And French.
The first group of girls I tried to open only spoke french. And the second group showed no interest.

Then I said "Hey" to a fairly plain looking girl, and there was no doubt that she heard me. But she completely blanked me, the rude cow.
"Have you bought your christmas presents?"
She gave a one-word answer, and I walked away.
Then was a pair of chinese girls "Are you on holiday here in London"
I had to repeat this as they did not hear.
"No!" she hissed, before walking off rather annoyed.

I don't care any more.

I did one more girl in there, before starting to suspect security guards were on to me, so I left and walked into:

The Trocadero
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I just suck my head into here. How it has gone downhill in recent years.
But I got into a 5-minute conversation with a french nursing student, which was nice. But her friend seemed to not like me.
I got their names from them, and talked to the first one about how nursing must give you a tremendous sense of satisfaction at making peoples' lives better.
I left only because I ran out of things to say, and because of the friend.


Am a little tired now, and have retreated to the Thistle hotel to recharge my batteries, and those of my netbook and mobile phone.
At the bar is a nice girl, and when I looked back at her after starting to type this update she smiled at me!

Wow I think I'll go and chat to her in a moment, staff or no staff.