Enter Bonelle/House of the Couples

And so, at last, Tom Bonelle is officially living here. God knows it's been a long time coming, given that he was supposed to be one of the original five housemates back in September, but he's finally gotten his shit together and moved in.

Not that, even yesterday, he didn't take is time about it. Sarah, who was nursing a Big Weekend hangover, had to go to Sturff yesterday, so I stayed behind to get our old room ready for Tom's arrival. My dad came 'round at 9.30 to assist me* in assembling the new bed (which was retarded; it came in two halves and the clamps that were meant to hold them together didn't do shit) and, some hooverin' and hammerin' later, the bedroom was ready for its new owner.

But the owner, it seemed, was not yet ready for the bedroom. I waited in my ivory tower, watching the road and playing tetris, but no-one came. I called his mobile, but no-one answered. We had plans to go to Varsity with Sian and Pete, and Tom was causing serious scheduling issues. 

I went to the station to meet Sarah after work, and when Tom had still not materialsed upon our return, we decided to take action. Sian had Jen's phone number, and we figured that she might know where our housemate-to-be was hiding.

Sian rang Jen and, well, it worked better than expected because apparently, even though Tom doesn't answer his own phone, he does answer Jen's.

So eventually the three couples managed to congregate at Varsity but, unfortunately, the kitchen had just closed. This posed a problem; what should our triumvirate do for tea? We were all starving, and many suggestions were put forth - takeaways, restaurants, cafés, even some pansy vegetarian place that Jen recommended - but no decision was made so eventually we decided just to cruise down Crwys and eat whatever took our fancy.

When we made it all the way to Death Junction without any hint of a decision, I took control (sort of). I corralled everyone towards Zio Peppino's, the Italian restuarant on Albany Road that my family always goes to, and as luck would have it, they had a table for six all ready to go.

Now I had already suggested this place, and that suggestion had been met with middling enthusiasm, but when everyone saw the free bread and breadsticks, well, I think my choice was validated.

Also the meals themselves were awesome and everyone was very full afterwards.

And that's more or less the end. We were planning to stay up all night playing games and eating snacks (couples slumber party!) and the night was shaping up to be a fun one. Tom and Jen had just popped back to his house to grab his TV and we were looking forward to a friendly bit of Mario Party.

Of course I was asleep long before they returned, but I'm told they took over two hours. We'll have to have our slumber party another time, I guess. Maybe for my birthday (which is on the 14th, that's a week today, buy me a present).

Joel.

*Okay, he basically did it all himself. He was appalled by the state of the garage, and very disappointed in whomever acquired that Fanny Street sign, THOM CLIFFE AND JOSHUA ROBSON I AM LOOKING AT YOU.