Un-smegging-believable.

Okay, so it's almost 4am. I'd gone to bed a while back, figuring I was tired and had tomorrow to catch up, expecting not a whisper to disturb me given that term doesn't start for another nine days and I thought I was possibly the only person in my entire block (eight flats, eight people to a flat) who was back on campus already. I thought bliss. I thought silence. I thought those bloody ignorant third years with the loud music from downstairs won't be back for another week!

Guess who just had to call the porter and beg him to come and stop the loud music from downstairs that's been thumping out for a good three or four hours now?

Three guesses and the first two don't count.

Wait... it's stopped. Just this second, blissful, utter silence, oh my god it was one of those things that you don't realise are so bloody irritating until it's gone. It wasn't even songs, just a thud thud of techno. My ears may have just melted with the gleeful shock of silence.

I have to buy the porters a box of chocolates at the end of this term. They may be surly, they may never be there when you want to collect post, they may spend most of their time watching TV, playing Minesweeper and drinking tea but right now I could marry whichever one just came and shut that music up.

Right. Bed, take two.