Hot (choco)date

Oh the joys of being single on Valentine's Day. Ah well, worse things could happen. In fact, I had quite a nice, chilled-out day, which mainly consisted of me fuelling my obsession for two things:

1. Hot chocolate. Since living with my brother, we have somehow turned into hot chocolate connoisseurs. We have scoured the market and have decided that the best high street option is Cadbury Drinking Chocolate. Simply stir three (and a bit...) teaspoons of the stuff into hot milk (the hotter the better in my opinion, and NEVER put it into cold milk because for some strange scientific reason it won't mix) and you have perfect hot chocolate in a matter of moments. None of this 'just mix with boiling water' nonsense. I came home from work a few days ago, opened the hot chocolate cupboard and, to my joy / horror, discovered that there were four tubs of the stuff in there. My brother's justification for this excessive purchase decision was that they were on special offer. One and a bit tubs have already vamoosed. I had a modest two yesterday (mugs, not tubs).

2. Twitter. 'IT'S THE NEW FACEBOOK' everyone is proclaiming with big manic grins on their faces. Me included. It is strangely addictive, and I find it fascinating the way the boundaries between celebrities and us mere mortals are being eroded away through Web 2.0. But are we all beginning to know too much about each other? Isn't it nice to keep a bit of mystery sometimes? That's why you won't find me moaning about my numerous dating disasters on this blog. I reckon it'll only be a matter of time until someone is relying on Twitter to provide them with an alibi in a big court case. "It wasn't me, honest - look, at 7.56pm I was chatting to @Schofe on Twitter..." Hmmmmmmm