Well, I know who reported me to the landlord. It was my strange African flatmate. How about that? He did apologise on Saturday for not just asking me to get Olly to spend the odd night on his own sofa, but seeing as the outright ban on 'overnight guests' had already been enforced...well, it didn't really mean an awful lot. I had been softening my attitude towards him as well, and was meaning to stop the dodgy impressions of his accent and leaving offensive material on the coffee table for his viewing displeasure. But his playground tactics have meant that I am reduced to a new state of childishness. I plan to leave the TV remotes scattered about, rather than arranged neatly on top of the TV as he likes them, and every single mug I ever use unwashed. I may draw back the curtains after he's drawn them. I certainly won't be hoovering behind the sofa. These things drive him mad. He can't walk through a room without straightening something. I may also start a Friday night Satanist meet and greet, goat optional.

It's a really sticky subject with a lot of grey areas, and I probably don't know even half enough to comment, but my gut reaction is maybe this will speed up the search for an alternative to animal testing. I read somewhere that those who test on animals only do so because there is no other choice. If it disturbs them that much, shouldn't they be campaigning to find an alternative? I don't know how ANYBODY could do that for a living.