McDreamy, McSteamy, and other things

Busy(ish) week.

Firstly - and rather inexplicably - we won Quiz Night. This is in spite of the fact that we were a) up against the women that knew everything (Mrs. F and Miss H) b) called Team Sophie, when everyone else was called something very witty (or thereabouts) and c) doing a lot of guessing. It was quite interesting to watch our transformations from easy-going, Freddo-eating students to sulky, competitive crazy people in the space of a few rounds.

Then, Sophie proved that she was as good a hostess as she was a bad quiz team-namer. We all skulked (or tottered, as was the case with Gem and I) to hers on Saturday night for a Chinese and Silent Hill. The latter left us bemused:-

"Why are you looking in a drawer? She's a person, not a pencil."

And I'm inclined to believe that we freaked poor Richard out slightly with our huge capacities for girly gossip, and our 'secret' eyebrow-raising language:

Him: "OK, I'm right here."

And, of course, we debated McDreamy vs. McSteamy. Which is so stupid, because McDreamy is not only hot, he is an actual nice person. A nice, hot brain surgeon with neither a mercenary streak nor a desire to betray his best friend. And McSteamy has weird facial hair. Yet opinion still remains divided. Obviously, my friends have various mental disorders.

And now I am very, very tired, because when I got home Matt and I decided to stay up until the wee hours watching England rebuild their innings, after what can only be called a horrendous beginning. Firstly: I. Want. Monty. And secondly, what is wrong with Harmison? Meh.

But it was never going to be easy.

"What would I do for a million pounds? Oh, anything, really."

"Me too. Does that make us easy?"