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I'd always enjoyed Christmastime.

The pity circumstances of this time would ruin things completely.

But it didn't seem so unusual at the time.

Well, given where I'd come from, it did, of course, but nothing

so extraordinary in normal, everyday life.

Scared?

No.

Never. Yeah.

Forget.

No.

Yeah? Hi, I'm Josh.

Yeah? Well, I'm here for the... Have I come to the right place?

Will you tell me, dickhead?

You're the one who knocked on my door.

I'm here for the interview, for the house share.

Maybe I have come to the wrong place.

Oh, it's you.

You're late.

Sorry, they didn't let me out until late.

No, no, no.

God, no.

No, no, I've been at the hospital.

Were you waiting for a royal invitation?

It's wrong to make judgments of others, isn't it?

Judging a book by its cover and all that.

We all do it, though.

I'm sure you have some fancy name for it.

Some sort of social conditioning.

But when the cover is of football violence, All white power.

I want you to look part of that.

And look inside.

Have you had her before?

Kind of.

With my partner. My ex -partner.

He and I shared.

He and I?

Are you gay?

Yeah.

Is that a problem?

You ever met Connor yet?

Milk? Oh, no, no, no, thanks. I'm, uh, I'm vegan.

You must be Josh.

I'm Connor.

Nice, uh, hat.

Thank you.

It's, uh, I've got special.

So, how's things?

He's vegan.

Hello. I'm sorry.

What?

That's it?

You mean I don't make the mark because I'm vegan?

Well, I'm not trying to be racist or anything, but you're going to get

if there's, like, bacon or steak in the fridge. Are you going to try and convert

her? No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Of course not. It was more my ex's idea

I won't try and convert you.

Tell me.

What do you guys do?

I'm a voice artist.

Nice. What sort of things do you voice?

You know, the usual.

Adverts, jingles, impersonations.

Do you want to see my Robert De Niro?

A man's got to do...

What a man's got to do. That wasn't Disney right now, Dick. That was Bruce

Wayne. It was John. It was terrible. It was dinner and taxi driver. What are you

talking about?

It was John. Yes, of course I have.

He's stupid.

It was John. What?

It was John Wayne, not Bruce Wayne. That's Batman.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

Rex, what about you? What do you do?

I'm a delivery driver.

50 for the rent, right?

Monthly.

Yeah.

What about you?

What do you do?

Oh, I work in sales.

Nothing very interesting.

Anyway, nice meeting you.

No, look, please. I'd make the perfect housemate.

I'm clean.

I'm quiet.

I can do... Look, honey, I'm sure you are, but we don't think you're going to

a great food partner.

I can cook.

I'll keep this place looking really tidy. You're saying it's a mess. No, no,

no, no, no. Look, it's already amazing.

Look, you won't have to worry about me messing it up.

That's all.

Guys, please, I really need somewhere.

I don't have anywhere else to go.

Well, what happened to your last place?

Ended. A little abruptly, my partner...

My ex -partner, he... Look, I just couldn't stay there another minute.

Oh, yeah, yeah, you're one dead dog away from a country song. You did ask.

Guys, my work is literally right around the corner.

And you guys seem nice, and... Where do you work?

JP Motor Sales.

I don't sell cars.

Secondhand, but... Yeah.

You know what?

No wonder you're a salesman.

You pop a really good argument.

We'd love for you to be our housemate.

Really? Yeah.

Room is furnished.

Well, the closet's a little small, but I presume you no longer need it.

Ignore him. No, I don't have much.

Just this.

And that's where the whole thing started.

Regrets?

No.

Apart from the obvious, of course.