OFF TOPIC: REAL LIFE DRAMA

Okay, I might not get a chance to update today because my life just turned from simple, care free and easy going into one big disaster.

To cut a long story short I'm a Uni student in my final year and I live in a student village in a lovely house with five other people. One of these people, let's call him Ted, is hardly ever at Uni preferring to spend his days bouncing around the country and getting drunk in various towns. This is all good because it means we didn't have to deal with him until last night.

He showed up around 4pm with three friends. I wasn't exactly ecstatic to see him as last time he came him and his friends got completely wasted and wrecked the house, mainly leaving blood and piss all over the bathroom floors. One housemate went to complain to the porter about it but by the time she got back the crafty bastards had left, leaving us to clean up the mess. That was back in Februray and we hadn't seen Ted since. When Ted saw me he reassured me that these were different friends and they were nothing like the others that came last time. I had my doubts but there was not a lot I could do so I just told them if I caught any of them smoking in the kitchen they'd better be on fucking fire (I HATE cigarette smoke!). They left the house around 7pm to head into town. The rest of the house have various dissertations, essays and exams to do so we were all staying in. I went to bed around midnight in the hope I could fall into a deep sleep before they got back and wouldn't wake me up. How wrong was I?

They came in around 12.30am shouting, chanting and seemed to be slamming every door around the house. I just tutted and rolled over in the hope they'd eventually stop. But it got worse, the shouting turned to screaming and the whole house felt like it was shaking. At this point they were still downstairs so I braved it out my door and went to check on my mate Anneka. We were both just a little bemused by this point but as I stood chatting at her doorway three men ran upstairs naked. They started running round the landing yelling various things at us. I was laughing at first but they started coming towards us so we both ran into Anneka's room and locked the door. They started ram raiding all the doors upstairs, let off all the fire extinguishers, flooded the bathroom, broke the lights and smashed glasses against the wall. I was concerned about our housemate Donna because she was really ill with a cold so I took a chance and legged it across the landing and got into her room. She'd managed to contact her Dad who had rung the university wardens (we couldn't get through on our mobiles).

At this point they let off another fire extinguisher but this time it was the CO2 one so gas started to fill the entire house, choking us. Thankfully the porters arrived and set off the fire alarm so we all evacuated the house. We were all pretty shook up because, and not to set the feminist movement back fifty years but, we're just tiny girls! When we were all stood on the grass outside the naked boys started yelling at us calling us 'sluts', 'bitches', you name it. They also started a race row, calling us arrogant because we're English (they're Welsh). I had enough so I started screaming back. I thought I was quite articulate in my arguement, all things considered. Then the police arrived and told the naked boys to leave because they were on Uni property and had no right to be there. They kept saying they were guests of the house and they couldn't understand what the problem was! I think it's because they were still drunk and couldn't reason why the police had turned up.

One of our housemates pointed out that they had no where to go and would just come backtto the house and cause more aggro so couldn't they just be arrested? The policeman said, "Are you telling me how to do my job, mate?" So then the police started arguing with us! It was like watching something on TV, I just couldn't believe it. We finally got back inside the house but there was broken glass, vomit and bloody CO2 gas everywhere! The wardens came back in with us and started saying how it was our responsibilty to clean it up and there was nothing they could do about it. As I final kick in the balls, so to speak, he added that it looked like the carpet needed replacing and that would cost us thousands.

I finally got to bed but couldn't sleep because the gas was making me nauseous. I thought about just going to a Bed & Breakfast, or even better, home! I wasn't that upset just really, really angry. I got up this morning to find a note from Donna saying she was catching the morning train home because she couldn't take it. I really couldn't blame her. I tried hoovering but everything had been trodden in. I went to wake up Ted, who hadn't been carted away by the police for some reason but he wouldn't get up. I then went to the porter's cabin to see if there was anything they could do and they said that now the police were involved it was out of there hands. Great, thanks.

So this is where I'm at now. I have to wait for the police and wardens. I've got my final project due in and I still feel sick from the gas. Sorry that was hella long but god, it was a long night.