Friday night in, it seems – the general consensus seems to be that no-one can be arsed with any of the clubs that are on tonight, so everyone is staying in. Conscience says “Go to the gym, you’ve only been twice this week”. Lazy bastardry says “Yes, but one of those times was last night. You can go tomorrow, or something.”
So barring the re-appearance of flatmates (and that’s not going to make massive difference, either), or a better offer in the next hour or two, I suspect I shall hunt out a DVD or two, and curl up with booze.