The evening started oddly enough with me eating some slightly burnt food, my Yorkshire puddings hadn't quite risen properly, which i put down to the lack of eggs. Digressing from my stomach however we tidied our flat, that we meaning, Jemma, Will, Ashley, Calum (surprisingly) and myself, vacuuming, creating a lost property pile of rubbish that people could not be arsed to put away and completing the washing up that hadn't been done. This took a considerable amount of time, but it looked amazing afterwards, even for someone with my standards of cleanliness. This being all in preparation for a sleep over, basically an excuse to drink, eat poor food and play games that were best left in your pre-pubescent years. This later seemed to attract said disdainful young hoodlums like a magnet, who my foolish flat mate considered would be a good idea to invite in.
Bearing in mine there first words to us were 'we only have 2 id's' it did not bode well. They seemed intent on getting into our flat and drinking for a party. Not that they didn't seem nice enough, because they weren't. One looked like a Kook's reject lacking, well lacking ability in anything but stupid wise cracks and permed hair. Another who kinda looked like the milky bar kid with braces, who preceded to think it was a great idea while at the door to have a go at me, to take me ransom so when they went to the off licence to buy them beer they would let back in the flat. I subtly refused.
They did however leave, but with my earlier mentioned foolish flatmate, and guest. Later returning with beer, by this time we were knocking on 3 in the morning, not the hour I like to see when conscious. I want to vividly imagine holidays or riding my bike, not be sat up listening to why I 'should get one down me' because if i didn't i was a 'pussy.' Funny coming from a bunch of guys who come from an all boys private school who haven't seen a girl apart from on the Internet, while all huddled together round a computer screen. They also proceeded to make lewd comments about Jemma, which revealed my slightly more hostile side. Suffice to say most of the rabble that came out their mouths was bullshit, shortly followed by each others cock's.
This all coming from the guy 2 minutes later who looked as though he'd rather be anywhere but our front room as a particularly scary looking security guard came in, and in simple terms ordered them out.
This sagacious action was caused by a more well adjusted human in the name of Ashley, his conversation to the security went a little something like this:
"Hello I was just wondering if you could send someone round to .....
Yes there is a bunch of just pubescent children and it is late and not the done thing to be loud and puerile"
His approach didn't satisfy the more pugnacious amongst who actually got dressed (it was a sleep over after all) in an attempt to kick them out, but definitely will make me laugh when I think back to their faces of fear and stark shock
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Gosh. Anger management?
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