Houseshare - Stragglers

Finally met the other two housemates last night. They are alive, and not buried under the patio [entry]. Friendly and talkative, to the point that I wonder if I might have unknowingly wronged Mardy (the first girl, who still isn't speaking to me) in a past life.

The theme of the house seems to be Stay in Your Room. It's a double-edged blade; whilst the lack of anyone to talk to means that I won't be distracted from writing so easily, a mostly unattended satellite television in the lounge has the potential to be one hell of a time sink.

My will power's never been that good. With only the standard five channels it was easy; with freeview it was possible; with the full sky package it's going to be a nightmare. Ignore the fact that Paramount Comedy run episodes of Scrubs and Frasier pretty much non-stop; we've got Fight Club on Eurosport, UFC on Bravo, more rugby and football than you can shake a stick at, and fifteen or so movie channels.

I tell you, the lounge-pig potential is vast.