Drunk Blogging: Food for thought

Out bar-hopping in Shoreditch tonight, I discovered heaven. Somewhere you can

Get drunk
dance
and eat kebabs

all in one venue, aptly named Shish. For the average English person out partying on a Friday night, to be able to do all this in the one place, without having to stagger down the road in search of a fast-food joint at 3am, this restaurant/bar/club can only be described as pure bliss. For me, a classy lady of distinct taste and high standards, you can just call it fucking lovely. And it was. I haven't eaten a kebab for 15 years and the one I had tonight was beautiful. Well worth falling off the no-meat-in-my-mouth-that-you-have-to-chew bandwagon for.

My friend and I entered a discussion tonight about 'settling down' and came up with the following 'either, or' situation:

If you had the choice of either

a) spending the rest of your life with someone you got on brilliantly with but that you didn't enjoy having sex with

or

b) spending the rest of your life with someone you argued with but you looked forward to shagging them at any given opportunity, because the sex was fantastic

which would you choose?

We spent a lot of time on this actually, interested to know all your thoughts...