Viv and Fizz share a flat. And ambition. That's about all. Fizz has her heart set on the West End stage; Viv wants nothing less than the Man Booker prize for fiction. But their approaches are very different. Fizz bounces joyously between parties and press nights, effortlessly picking up contacts and castings; Viv suffers on the sofa, torn between monstrous intellectual arrogance and the paralysing fear of mediocrity.

Is life a struggle? Or is it a breeze? And which do you choose?