Last week, a 17 year old girl called K (codename obv, protect the innocent 'n all) went over for a party. Got very very drunk. Went home at about 10pm cuz she was just plastered. When she left, one of my friends had gone off to get more drugs (the night wasn't over for us!). We were waiting for him to get back, gummed the remains of last nights drugs, everyone was just chilling and zoned into the music.
I saw through the gap between the door and the hinge a shadow lurking. It really tripped me out. The shadow was there long enough for me to think "is that the drugs? Are my friends back? Why are they hanging by the door? ... Oh that's not them is it.."
K's Dad came in. He brought in a draft when he entered the room. A tall guy, lanky and grey-haired. Looked like he would've been a pretty boy when he was younger. He turned to Tim. Tim was sat in a chair, staring forward at me. K's Dad walked into his vision towering over him, slurred something along the lines of "what the fuck have you given K? She's passed out in the bathroom. What the fuck have you done?!"
Silence. Tim made no movement, no noise, nothing. Didn't even look at him. I have never felt a room so silent with trance music blaring. It all became very surreal very quickly.
K's Dad continued "if this happens again I'll fucking come for you. I'll be back." and he quickly left.
This exchange was about 30 seconds long, at most. And it left us in total confusion. We all were just like "did that really just happen?!"
Tim just grinned and sat there.
Anyway the day after life was back to normal, Monday morning, everyone to work. Tim sits alone in his house, waiting for the party to start again. He has no money, no drugs, nothing but hours of time to waste and a fucking horrible comedown.
I get round there later in the evening. Still no party. We're all sat around, looking at steam stuff IIRC. We hear the door open and Tim's eyes flicker towards the stairway.
We then hear a shrill woman's voice from the stairs saying "hello there Tim, I'm not
sketching you out am I?"
It was K's Mum. She plodded into the room we were in and really got in Tims face. She's a big lady and she's kinda got the aura of a strict primary school teacher or something. A major ballbreaker, but not threatening in any way.
"I've come to talk to you about what happened last night."
Silence from Tim. At least he's acknowledged her existence. It's very quiet, not too bad. She's obviously come in with the intention of sorting things out.
"I know my husband was in the wrong but there's a major issue with what's happening here..."
"Yeah like not fucking knocking."
"what?" A genuine squeal of surprise came from her lips, I don't think she expected any retaliation (shes a foster mum, very used to talking down to people. Tim is a grown man.)
"People just fucking walking into my house without knocking."
This is when things get funny

. There was a lot of interrupting on both sides from this point on. The room exploded with energy and you could tell they were both SPOILING FOR A RUMBLE.
"fuck off! I'm on about you having teenage girls getting ridiculously wasted on
god knows what in your flat!"
"At least I don't barge into peoples house"
"I COULD CALL THE POLICE TIM. WHAT WOULD THEY FIND HERE? THERE ARE THREE BONGS IN THIS ROOM, AND I KNOW YOU'VE GOT COCAINE IN THE HOUSE (NB: he didn't have cocaine in the house. When Monday morning rolls round there's no drugs in the Tim household). WHAT WOULD YOU DO THEN TIM?"
"They wouldn't get in. Get out of my flat."
"FINE. I'M CALLING THE POLICE TIM. I'M GONNA GET YOU CLEANED UP YOU DRUG TAKING
TURD. I'M GONNA GET YOU CLEANED UP AND OUT OF CORNWALL."
A fully grown woman calling a fully grown man a turd is fucking hilarious.
A Romanian (
illegal) immigrant threatening to get a British citizen kicked out of a county is fucking hilarious.
They were obviously false words said just to scare him, so we sat there, giggled, rolled up a J. Tim joined in with all of it, but you could tell from the tone in his voice the incident shit him up.
Then I saw Tim go down the stairs towards the front door and lock it. Since this incident he has had the doors locked at all times. Every time you hear a door-knock around there he suddenly acquires the demeanour of a ferret. I always try and knock more officially when I go over there, because even just imagining the look of panic in his eyes makes me smile.