Where to begin...
Well, it has to be University, doesn't it?

There were four of us sharing a house in North London, with a room each. Three on the top floor and one downstairs in what would have been the dining room (I'd somehow managed to snag the biggest, but that's neither here nor there).

Housemate 1 was a German jazz musician, who had (and I mean that in every sense) a series of loud and particularly enthusiastic young ladyfriends. This would have been OK, had he not chosen to have them when we were all desperately trying to sleep. The beds weren't in the best of condition anyway, and no-one really appreciated hearing his knocking against the thin walls all night when there were finals the next day.

Housemate 2 was a Greek fashion student - very nice and generally very quiet, though none of us were proper hellraisers, which is strange for students, I know - and had the small box room next to mine. Close to exam time, I am woken up at roughly 3am by a noise. The noise sounded all too familiar, having been subjected to Housemate 1's nocturnal activities. Oh yes ladies and gentlemen, she was letting everyone know in no uncertain terms just how much fun she was having. I turned over, tried to get back to sleep. Nuh-uh. Pillow over the head perhaps? Mine not hers, I hasten to add... Nope, not doing much to drown out the incessant moaning and groaning from next door.

By about 4.30 I have had it up to here /gestures to neck level.

I grab my dressing gown, and start banging on her door, to let her know it might be a good idea to shut the fuck up before irrevocable damage occurred.

It was only when she opened the door and half fell out, sickly, pallid, and vomiting, that the rest of us realised the poor girl had alcohol poisoning...

Mother Teresa I ain't.
(Kitimariana, Mon 2 Mar 2009, 17:26, 4 replies)

Just off the...
Kenton road perchance?
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Mon 2 Mar 2009, 19:28, closed)

Not if memory serves...
More in the Oakwood / Southgate area of N14.
(Kitimariana, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 10:19, closed)

Wait...
So you don't know the difference between moans of pleasure, and vomiting? Your poor girlfriends...
(andeen, Mon 2 Mar 2009, 20:08, closed)

In my defence...
I'm not a chap, so there's a distinct lack of girlfriends to disappoint. :)

When you're desperately trying to sleep, one groan sounds much like another. And the vomiting only happened once the door had been opened. I beat a quick retreat after that, I can tell you...
(Kitimariana, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 10:18, closed)