The life and soul

I’ve noticed something. As I was looking through photographs, on Facebook tonight – something occurred to me. Not only that I hadn’t been to a proper “house party”/”gathering” for ages, without the addition of a certain type of girl who seemed to get drunk off nothing, and see 10pm as a late finish. But also that there was a clear focal point of every party that I’d never really noticed before.

Whenever you’ve been to a party, there’s always a big problem with the capacity of the toilet, isn’t there? Frankly, with teenagers this is an even bigger problem.

“I’m desperate. Are you waiting?” [That’s what you think you’re saying, but having consumed approximately 500kg of sugar from the 1 WKD Blue you’ve drunk, as well as the stupidly high content of alcohol those children’s drinks have it’s more like

“Toilet want.”

*jumps up and down holding crotch*

But as, inevitably, there is always someone already in there making worrying noises, which everyone passing needs to inquire about:

“Are they being sick?”
“No, I dunno actually – could be?”

You end up sitting somewhere, waiting, with the other urine-filled people. And where do you end up sitting? Yep, it’s the stairs isn’t it?

And then you start talking,and the conversation gets interesting. And then people join you. Just wondering why exactly you’re sat on the stairs talking, they end up there themselves. And eventually, you end up with a stupidly large number of people on the stairs, very few people actually end up going to the toilet, and when the person inside finally does come out, with dribble hanging down and carrot up their nose, someone actually does have to go to the toilet – and ends up using the people on the stairs, as stairs.

So there we have it. Who needs dance floors and music, or beds, or sofas, or even a house. We just need stairs.

Just thought I’d mention it, leik.
Nx