Current mood:	pissed off
Current music:	David Gray - Knowhere

House Parties can go badly wrong, kids...
My friend Emily had a house party last night in Leamington. Originally it was just going to be a few people, having some drinks, listening to music, but her sister Fran advertised the party on myspace and about 50 emo kids turned up. So we were going to kick them out because looking after drunk 16 year olds is not fun, and then we realised they'd been jumping on the double bed in the downstairs bedroom until it was completely smashed into bits, and Fran was also way too drunk to reason with by this stage. People refused to leave, so we phoned the police. They said to try to get everyone out and then phone them again if we needed help, so we told everyone the police would come if they didn't leave and after a few arguments, shovings and threats with no effect phoned them again. We managed to get most of them outside and then heard a knock on the door, weren't sure if it was the police so asked who it was and they shoved a fire extinguisher they'd nicked from upstairs through the letterbox and soaked everyone in the corridor with it. It smelt like wet dog. They forced their way back in and we got the fire extinguisher back, and spent a fun few minutes soaking all the sad emos who dared to come within shooting distance of the stairs (we were seriously pissed off by now, and the place was wrecked anyway) and after a while the police did come and sent the stragglers home, and we apologised and they said if they got called out again they'd confiscate the stereo equipment.

So we tried to get them to take Fran home, and they said because she was underage we had to assume responsibility or get her parents. We all refused to have her in the house so Emily phoned their dad to come and pick her up. So we were keeping an eye on her until he turned up and at some point during this about 20 people came back and somehow got in. Someone said they'd been taking cocaine, I don't know. Anyway when Fran's dad got there in a taxi he went to get her in the car and because she didn't want to go home she started shouting in the middle of the street and a girl tried to rescue her because she thought she was being abducted or something. So Fran and Emily's dad stayed at the party for a while, with Fran coming in occasionally to shout abuse at him and generally stumbling around drunkenly. There were a load of people in the living room, we'd given up on saving the carpet but got them to turn the music down, so they were being quiet enough. Upstairs there were 2 toilets, at least one of which was always occupied by stoners, so the upstairs was hotboxed. We all sort of gave up trying to keep control and hid in the one safe bedroom which was spotless.

We did eventually get rid of Fran when she stepped on some glass and partially severed her toe, meaning we could call an ambulance and get her into it. (We were going to phone one before but the police wouldn't let us because there wasn't anything physically wrong with her apart from being excessively drunk) She did actually go into it, and it seemed to calm down for a bit. I went out momentarily to check on people and for the most part they were fine, until I heard screams, went outside and there was a massive fistfight going on between five people. So I phoned the police again, didn't bother to tell anyone though because I figured they'd all just run away and come back and I wanted someone to get arrested.

By the time the police got there about 10 minutes later they'd moved outside, this one guy I think was called Kyle shut up and moved on, he'd been shouting and swearing a lot before that though. But the fight was over so they couldn't actually arrest anybody. We showed them a bit of the damage and for the most part they were helpful anyway. After that everyone did calm down, I heard talk of people being on pills but never saw any evidence for it, a load of people crashed out and we all went to sleep.

Kitchen: A knife got bent, the freezer compartment of the fridge got taken out and smashed, the floor was completely covered in sticky rankness from the back room and blood, only about 2 glasses and no mugs were left intact.
Back room: (Where the stereo was) Graffiti on a Kurt Cobain poster (The soon to become apparently ubiquitous OAP tag), Christmas lights broken, loads of CDs trashed, crisps, sweets, lollies, tampons, biscuits and cereal all over the carpet, which was sticky with alcohol and covered in fag burns, fag ends, broken glass and something which I'm pretty sure was cocaine. The mini-fridge was trashed and all the food was eaten or on the floor. We were probably very lucky not to have had a fire, especially with the fire extinguisher half emptied. Someone had been sick by the sofa too, stoner-sick which is the most disgusting substance/texture known to man, and it'd been trodden into the carpet.
The hall/stairs/landing: Carpet had all the same stuff on it but a lot less, except more glass and a LOT of blood. It looked like a murder scene, the entire hall corridor was covered in blood, even some up the walls. There was more sick upstairs, we found this when it was fresh though which made it easier to clean. The bannisters were covered in alcohol (which made it reeeally safe when leaning over the stairs) and there was writing on every door, only in pencil or something though. Oh and the remains of a couple of mugs (which I cut my foot on too)
The front room: Completely smashed up double bed beyond repair. Same story with the carpet, less alcohol and cigarettes, more blood and a load of splinters from the bed and the two chests of drawers they smashed. In the little cubbyhole in the corner of the room there was graffiti inside with permanent marker and spraypaint on the walls.
Outside: Graffiti on some guy's van, (Which he did some shouting about) and in the middle of the road, on the letterbox. Smashed mugs. A big dribble of yellow paint halfway up the pavement.
Upstairs/bathrooms: One of the bathroom doors got a hole punched through it, the seat came off one of the toilets and was only attached by one screw, in the other bathroom the sink was hanging off the wall because the support thing got knocked off (we fixed that though because it wasn't broken) and apart from the fire extinguisher being missing that was about it.

Oh yes, and I'm using myspace to stalk everyone involved, I've got some good evidence, names and photos, including incriminating comments which have been posted on different peoples' pages. Sent a couple of messages to people I know were there too to see if they know anyone else I can report. Fun.