My work here is complete. As a pair of hoarders who live in a shoe box our house in London has resembled those homes you see on telly in which old people die surrounded by 50 years of their 'stuff'. But now we have slimmed down the belongings (actually we just shipped most of it up to our much bigger house in Blackpool), got rid of those big 'ol clunky PC's, gave each of the rooms a proper function (what's a dining room?), went wireless with laptops (surf while you poop!), painted, put carpets down and generally made the place look like adults own it now instead of two stoner students. We now have a dining room in which to eat things that we heat in our microwave (learning to cook is next on the list) and a separate TV room where we watch shows about how to de-clutter your house and decorate rooms with a mental-hospital motif. I want to make my own exotic breads this winter so I'm going to shop for a new stove soon (our current appliance was bought at Toys R Us and runs on a single 10w lightbulb) and then the house will be filled with the smells of a Tuscany kitchen and the local paper will offer me their 'Homemaker Of The Year' award.
Of course what will probably happen is that the next big trend in interiors will be the cluttered stoner college dorm look and Wallpaper magazine will knock on our door because they heard we had perfected that look and we'll have to turn them away because our house now looks like something from the '60 Minute Makover' pages of Womans Weekly.