We have a neighbour, he is a nice guy, well read and useful in a quiz. What is not good is when he breaks his key off in his lock, gets ridiculously drunk in the space of a few hours then vomits all over my flat. The evening started quietly enough; a few drinks down the local, saying things like "oh dear, broke your key, never mind, stay at mine". The evening took a downward sprial (bearing in mind it is a TUESDAY), when he started to down his pints of cider at the rate of two to our one. "I only have one day off and it's tomorrow" he chirped merrily as he quoffed his cheap fruity booze. A few hours later, we are back at the flat and he has been sick no less than 4 times. He has sprayed a little on the spare duvet, a little more on the bathroom mat, oh, and redecorated my living room litter bin in an interesting colour called "Spring Bile". I have gone to bed with 4oD on loud so I can't hear the retches. He better clean it up in the morning. Meanwhile, my flatmate and I are merely a little sauced, I am prowling round the flat like a fat angry panther looking for puke and the aforementioned flatmate has gone to bed.
I can't cope. I will update in the morning. Good luck everyone. Everybody needs good neighbours my arse.
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