Some time in late September 2011 Alice was looking for a place to live. By a complete coincidence (or possibly divine punishment, depending on how this story pans out), an old acquaintance got in touch offering a room in a shared house in North London. The house contained, among other things, Pablo. Since both he and the aforementioned Alice are both stunningly gorgeous, furiously intelligent and all-around interesting people, it seemed only natural to begin a torrid inter-house love affair. Over time the basis of the relationship settled into a perennial pattern of hot sex and heated arguments about, well, semantics. Eventually all the unresolved arguments became difficult to keep track of and a blog seemed like a more contemporary way to formally document them than letters handwritten on parchment (which we, by the way, would be totally pretentious enough to consider).