Lunchtime Illiteracy 2

Good day!

Lets try this new blog format and see how we get on shall we?

People who have read my blog previously will be aware of the infamous Twinx. For the uninitiated he he is a loathsome devilish creature who lives on the ground floor of the house share I live in. What I don't believe I've mentioned is that this house is actually four floors and in addition to me, Wool Girl and Twinx it is home to 3.5 other residents. I will endeavour to get to each in time but the person we will focus on today is from the second floor and she shall be know as RedEye. This is largely due to the fact she is perpetually drunk, stoned, hungover or some combination of those three. Normally she is easy to manage as her semi intoxicated state means she keeps herself to herself. This pattern broke at the weekend however.... RedEye threw a party.

Now, I am not adverse to parties.... I have infact been known to 'bust a move' and/or 'get jiggy' myself on occasion.... but one that lasts for almost 24 hours and is of a decibel level that it keeps the whole house awake is something I frown upon. In addition, the party was noteworthy as RedEye managed to get at least 11 people into her single room. When I imagine the logistics of this I cannot help but picture the party goers as a selection of tetris blocks in some sort of colourful retro game/orgy scenario.

The thought is troubling.

Furthermore, the caliber of guests seemed less than desirable. As with all the best observations I am basing this conclusion on one very brief encounter during day two of the shindig.

I wandered down to the little Gentlemans room and found it occupied. Whilst my need to 'drain the snake' was fairly urgent I felt I could wait a few moments at least. After sorting a few things in the kitchen I ventured back to check on the progress of Mr Toilet and thankfully the fellow in there came out just as I was returning. I instantly formed an opinion on this man and all his friends based on three things...

1) He was wearing sunglasses inside.

2) He was wearing sunglasses on the landing outside the bathroom which currently has no light and is dark even with regular glasses on.

3) It looked like he was finding walking hard, let alone muttering up a 'hello'

So too conclude RedEyes had a party that was too loud for too long and it involved too many knuckle draggers in a small space.

They didn't actually disturb my slumber because I essentially become a corpse every night... but they kept Wool Girl and the other housemates up all night. The question dear readers is this.... what do you do in that situation?

Answers on a post card.

The Gentleman, over and out.