The One With The Blind Flatmating
Looking for people to live with bears more than a passing resemblence to blind dating, except the people you arrange to meet are often the wrong gender, and you know you're always going to get invited in.
My viewing for tonight has cancelled on me and I'm so pleased. No longer need to trek out to Woolwich (I really don't want to live in Woolwich anyway) and it means a nice chilled evening going out for dinner with Paul and then watching Pirates Of The Caribbean: At World's End. And then several hours of blissful sleepless reverie thinking about Captain Jack Sparrow. Mmmm.