Deliver Us From Swedish Furniture

I was thumbing my way through my local bookstore, pretending I was Xmas shopping, and found ‘I lick my cheese’ - a collection of notes left for house mates…talk about memories flooding back! Through the fog of my premature senility the memories of being a student in London and coming home to find one of my housemates had invited everyone from her boyfriend’s squat to crash ‘for a few days’ after they got evicted. Still looking on the bright side, when you are forced to share a place with a load of crusties, at least there aren’t many queues for the bathroom. Or the paranoid mother of a housemate who would call at 6pm every day and if her daughter was not back by then or if nobody answered the phone, she would call the police. Still I’ve also made some really good friends (and even the occasional, er, more initmate relationship!) from sharing places with people. In fact a little while ago I actually got a lodger in as I started working for myself and lost the social circle of work…no notes were exchanged at any point!!

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So PacMan is to blame for the E generation running round in the dark, listening to repetitive beats and munching pills etc. Well maybe, just maybe we have uncovered the culprit for this generation’s behaviour….

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