Precisely this.
The following morning I genuinely, genuinely enquired of my house mates who the FUCK had trashed my fucking room while I was out, only to have them instruct me that the state I had been in on return meant that I couldn't have found my arse with both hands, a map and a torch, and thus had only managed to get to bed via my CD collection, stereo, kettle, desk and bookcase.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 27 May 2011, 12:35, Reply)