Yes, we even have Christmas too. How marvellous (oops, nearly swore in a sarcastic way then). I look pissed off, because my face is on fire.
So, the kitchen. As the title states, House of Dirt, though perhaps House of Pasta is also appropriate. More pasta is badly cooked here that in the whole of South Europe. And every now and again, somebody will do THE WASHING UP. Though it's never the fucking cleaner...
Perhaps the most amazing thing about this place (aside from the fact that none of us have died from e-coli) is that fridge and food theft is at a minimum. Toasted sandwich making is up though. Perhaps they relate to each other, in an exponential way (Tom uses the only maths term he knows), but perhaps not.
You can usually find somebody here, doing something (I think I've finally understood what people refer to when they mean being alive - being places and doing stuff). Nothing much more to say really.