November 2003, North London. Five bright young female law students file into a cinema auditorium in Wood Green. We share the same house, the same degree subject — but not the same ideas about what is and isn’t acceptable behaviour in said house.
Two months after moving back in together in our little 1930s semi-detached house in Arnos Grove, the stress of final year law studies and having to deal at close quarters with each other’s odd habits is already beginning to show. A joint trip to the cinema is our way of trying to paper over those cracks.