Goddam Security.......!!!

I tell you, living in this student accomodation is really starting to get on my nerves! I mean, I cant even play a little bit of music in my flat without the big horrible security guard banging on the door like he's warning me the place is burning down! What an absolute asshole! He drives me crazy! Always on my case about one thing or another! So, last night, the drinks were rolling in, myself and Boosh had devoured more than ample ammounts of Gin and were a little bit, lets say, on the drunk side. We were having a complete knees-up, listening to music from our childhoods and singing along like there was no tomorrow! Who should come and piss on our parade....yuppa.....the security guard! As if anyone could here it outside, it wasn't that loud. Besides, I think he just waits outside my door for something to happen, and when it does he can be on my case like a fat kid to a cake shop! He really is the definition of a jobsworth! That completely ruined my night, and might I add, Boosh's night also. She went home, and the fella came back over. Perhaps I should mention, although he has his own room in the block opposite, he has pretty much been living here since December. I dont think I have ever spent a night apart from him since we got back after the christmas hollidays, kind of a gorgeous accesory to my room! Unfortunately though, after my bucket fulls of Gin I had consumed, I got myself into a bit of a mood, I think the secuity guard had much to do with this too! The fella (wait, maybe he needs a name too....erm.....monkey...northern monkey, thats it!!!) accidently ( I think) twisted my wrist and bust it! I dont know if it was the Gin, or my mood, that made it hurt like an absolute bitch, but I can tell you I was not a happy bunny for the rest of the night. Infact, after I hurled a bit of abuse at him, I got into bed and turned away in a huff. LIke a child who'd been denied sweet and there I lay, all night, without so much as a cuddle. This morning though, feeling bad, I went in for the first cuddle and we both knew everything was OK again and I was out of my grump. It was a first for me to make the first move, usually I'm about as stubborn as an old donkey. It made me feel good though, kind of like I'd done my good deed for the day. Then he did his good deed by cooking me a lovely dinner! As always! I'm not even allowed neer the oven, everything I cook turns into a disaster, so Monkey has now learned to just do it himself. Which is a bonus on my part I must say! If having dinner made for me wasn't enough for one day, I am also going out on the town with Boosh tonight. To make up for last nights cut short drinking session. Now doubt the drinks will be flowing again, and the best part is, nobody will harass us about the music being too loud! Knee's up take two......beware Leicester......!