Jun 15, 2006 10:36
Two month break in posting - *feels ashamed and vows to do better*
This last week has been a flurry of activity of both the good and the bad variety.
The good:
Celebrated my birthday with some really good friends last week. I was trying my best to be my usual unsociable self until my fantastic friend Russell got wind of my solitary plans and whipped up a Birthday Barbecue in the blink of an eye. It was a lovely hot evening spent with equally hot and lovely friends. Ridiculous gift generosity seemed to be the order of the day and I am so grateful both for the gifts but more importantly their friendship.
Daniel has bought me (amongst other things) a flight to LV and a four night stay in The Luxor to be incorporated into our upcoming trip to SF. I am a very lucky chap and I sometimes forget that...
The Bad:
The evening after the barby I was rudley awoken at 5am in the morning with a serious banging at my door. The sort of banging that says "FIRE" or "Help I'm being attacked". I staggered to the door and opened it to see the creepy greasy haired loser guy who lives in the apartment below me. I asked him what was wrong and he said he wanted to get in his flat. I calmly told him his flat was on the floor below only for him to launch himself at me in an failed attempt to attack me. I slammed the door on him trapping him painfully half in and half out of my hallway as he tried in vain to push his way in - all the while trying to grab me. It is at times like this that the cursed extra weight I carry can come in handy!! I called for Daniel to phone the police which he did as I tried my best to break the psychos leg against the door jam. He was screaming homophobic shite at the top of his voice and threatening to kill us both and all the usual bullshit wankers like him come out with. He somehow managed to get his leg out of the door and I locked it waiting for the police to arrive. That's when he spotted my bike on the landing and shouted his best line of the night:
"Is this your queer bike?"
Unnaturally calm but characteristically sarcastic I replied:
"Does it have a basket on the front?"
This might not have been the best response as it infuriated him more and he picked up the bike and retreated to his flat still yelling obscenities.
Long story short - the police arrived retrieved my bike and arrested the DD (downstairs dickhead) but not before he attacked them too and was last seen being carried into the police van in the most disturbingly dirty and baggy boxer shorts I have ever had the misfortune to see.
He was to be held over the weekend when he would appear in the magistrates court so missing the first England world cup game (haha). Better news still though, at the courts it appears he was already on parole (for god knows what) and he was therefore in breach of his conditions and got sent down!!!!
Hurrah!!! (until he gets let out of course..... EEP!)