Have the house to myself tonight, a golden opportunity for (a) no cooking and (b) no pants. It gets a little spooky, though. Filled up the void by watching Starter for 10, which was romping along quite nicely until it came slap-bang up against the wall of my Public Humiliation Squick. Still, James McAvoy was cute playing a teeny-tiny-teenager (also vaguely Josh Charlesish; I fear my subconscious, which seems to have taken to seeing Josh Charles everywhere. If only!), and it did serve one useful purpose, it made me realise that I would have died if I had gone to University and perhaps it is time I stopped begrudging the fact that I never had the chance to.
Or not.
Good music, anyway. Plus I scored 7/10 on the 80s quiz. And one of the ones I dropped was a sport question, so clearly I had no chance there.
