We're meant to be having a pretty big do in our flat tonight for Xmas and cos everyone's going home tomorrow or Saturday (apart from cool wrightylew).

Everything was going well with quite a crowd building up in the kitchen, with rubbishy chart xmas hits in the background.

Then I came into my room to starch and iron my shirt. Got back in, and some prick had put horrible 'jazz dance music' which is too horrible to even bother describe. 2 minutes later and every single person, bar my flatmates, has fucked off.

I hate people who inflict their specialist tastes upon others. Know your audience and don't assume girls are going to be impressed by the fact you like something weird and shit.

Argh. Fuck. I'm going into town. They can all sod off.