As he walks to the restaurant where he's meeting Cameron, Vince is on his mobile to Stuart, telling him that it's all his fault. "If I end up with life insurance and endowment policies, stocks and shares and things, you're paying for it all." Stuart is walking down Canal Street with Mr. Brooks. "I've got a new friend named Martin, so you won't be missed," he informs Vince. Just like when he went to meet Rosalie Cotter and his workmates at the pub, Vince starts freaking out. "OH my God. I'm here. I'm going in!" he announces. "Good luck," Stuart tells him. "Keep your phone on, and Vince..." Stuart turns away so Martin can't hear him. "Just remember one thing," he says. "You're fantastic." "I'm a fantastic twat," Vince replies, hanging up his mobile and walking to the bar, where Cameron is waiting for him. Seated at their table, Vince rattles off a list of the many pubs and clubs he frequents. Cameron comments that that must make him quite a "scene queen," but Vince says that no, he just goes out a lot. Correction: He just chases after Stuart a lot, failing to get laid in the process. There's a difference. Vince asks Cameron why he doesn't hang out in all the gay clubs. "Vince, what is there on that street that could surprise me?" he asks. Vince wonders how Cameron expects to ever meet someone if he doesn't go down there. Cameron smiles and gives a little wave. "Hello," he says. Vince, shitting himself that this guy actually likes him and that's why they're, you know, on a date, starts babbling about appetizers. "Where's that wine?" he asks, glancing around nervously. Cameron looks totally wise to Vince, which isn't really saying much. But still, finally we have a character who doesn't need a boot to the skull. Rejoice!