I think Carlsberg made our house!

As in, "Carlsberg don't make houses, but if they did, they'd probably be the best houses in the world." Oh the wit. I came back from our house in Coventry this evening. If you think your student house is good, come and have a look at ours - it is housetastic! It's all very clean (except the bathroom, but that can be fixed) and we have a nice little breakfast area in our kitchen, and nice furniture, and no threat of dodgy electricity burning the house down! The only thing is, it has a name - St Kevin's. Hmm. I didn't know there was a saint called Kevin. Phil informs me that he is patron saint of blackbirds. St Kevin, not Phil. Apparently, "A cow which habitually licked Kevin's clothes while the saint was in prayer gave as much milk as 50 other cows." Wouldn't it be brilliant to share a house with the patron saint of blackbirds, or indeed any saint?

For some reason, the past few days all I want to do is watch Friends. Will and Grace too actually. Talking of Friends, the song played in the final episode when Ross and Rachel got back together ("The Reason", Hoobastank) is tres bon and you must all download/buy it at once. I have an embarrassing lack of music on my computer, I need broadband so I can download stuff again. Anyway, Will and Grace beckons...