Curtains
Oh dear. Oh deary dear. I've been pummelling my brain for the best part of a week trying to figure out if I had a story for this week or not. And then, just now, after having my mind violated by Spaff_Quaffer's story below, a memory I had buried for the last 5 years has just come back with the vengeance and fury of a thousand angry rhinos.

The year was 2004, and I had just started my final year at university. My mental state was not the best, as my fiancee had just left me. So things were at best, somewhat shakey for me. That, and I didn't have any curtains in my room. But I figured that I could get it sorted the morning after. Looking back, I now curse that particular episode of student laziness.

As it was the first day of arriving back at uni, I was too tired to even play on the computer or go down to the pub, so I settled down with a can of beer and a decent book to watch the sun go down. That was what Warrington was brilliant for- boredom and sunsets.

Now an important fact to bear in mind about the shape of the halls of residence I was staying in is that they are essentially H shaped. Now with that in mind, my room was on the left of the middle of the bar of the H, and my next door neighbour's was on the top left bar of the H, effectively meaning I could see things I would rather not. That is I could see directly. Into. His. Room.

And as I was sat, enjoying my book, beer and slight boredom, I became aware as I stared through my curtainless window, that his light was on. And then I became of a certain... rhythmic movement. That is, up and down. The silly bastard was happily shagging his frankly anorexic girlfriend with the light on, and the curtains open.

I bought a pair of curtains the next day.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Wed 3 Jun 2009, 12:17, 1 reply)

And that was your first mistake...

( mike woz ere 7442200 & 7696970 getter, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 13:58, closed)