Things are happening on the home front. Met up with potential new housemate last night and he seemed very sweet in a wholesome way. Let's hope he doesn't have some kind of secret crack habit.
I also watched Dawn Porter: Free Love on Channel 4. I think I have a bit of a crush on her (especially after the episode where she careened around London in an open-top bus, naked, to promote real women's figures in the media, as opposed to lollipop strumpets (more parentheses, what a great name for a band)). She's just so pretty, and normal, and yet completely full of neuroses. And look at her lovely pink bike and earmuffs in the photo, sigh.
It was a bit of a shame that despite her earnest exploration of the alternate ways of loving in various free love camps and homes, the people she met were all long-haired, of some kind of Teutonic descent, and a bit Eighties. There were a lot of intarsia rainbow jumpers.
Speaking of intarsia, am going to track down the SnB group tonight, and hopefully not sit next to the rather alarming lady, who to my tremulous 'Is this Stitch n Bitch?' replied: 'Yes. Can you knit?' 'Yes' 'Good. That helps.'
