An early night on a friday is a bit of a rarity, but rare things are rare for a reason…they are good. No, actually, rare diseases and things aren’t good. But rare beef. Ooh, it’s a conundrum isn’t it?
So to summarise today’s not blog so far… the word rare is not an indicator to the thing that succeed it.
But tonight myself and emm had conked out by about 11. I heard Dawn come in with some friends. They were merry and talky and went upstairs. I thought no more of it and dozed back into a weary slumber.
A couple of hours later a noise wakes me. I drift out of sleepishness and am awake…a bit. I remember I heard a noise. so I turn around. and there, stood, in my room, in the dark on this this of a closed door is a woman.
As all people would do when face with a potential burgler I acted quickly. One could have reached for one gun/sword. Or jumped out of ones bed and grabed the trespasser. But I, like a fox, turned only my head around and went “ungh?”
The woman said “Oh god, I’m so sorry”, wopen the door, walked through, closed the door… then a few seconds later I heard the front door slam.
I figured I’d tackled the foe courageously and went back to sleep.
A few minutes later I re-awoke. Someone had been in my room, was this enough for me to get up? Possibly. I needed to pee…this was enough to get me up. I went into the hallway. She was gone, this was good, I was unarmed, unless I was going to pee on her.
I heard more talking from upstairs, obviously they were still having a mini party, this one was a bit wasted …end of story.
And this is almost right, except that it seems that the night was a lot stranger than I thought. …
Dawn was with friend, friend’s sister works for head of channel 4. She was wasted and somehow dragged the head of channel 4 around to our flat. Seemingly he doens’t seem to be enjoying himself in someones bedroom when he is used to swanky clubs where people have haircuts and things. So they got a taxi. And Dawn presumed that he and wasted girl went.
But only he did. Wasted girl stood in my room for God knows how long before I startled her, she startled me and I needed to pee.
The end…so much for a peaceful early night…Mr head of channel 4, if you are reading this, I have a sitcom I’m writing, you know where I live, come and collect it.