I don't mind mates crashing at my house at the weekend to save them getting a taxi home, but could do without them taking the piss.

I spent half the night looking after you, cos you were drunk and crying; no-one else could be arsed.  I then gave you a place to stay, and made sure you were ok.  I even gave you a bucket just in case, which you somehow managed to totally ignore.

You repaid me by leaving a mixture of piss and sick on my coffee table.  You didn't even bother to try and clear it up during the night.  You then ignored it again when you woke up. You then helped yourself to breakfast and fucked off in the morning and still didn't tell me, despite having plenty of opportunities to do so, leaving me to find it and clear it up later on.  My coffee table is now sitting in a mixture of bleach and rainwater outside my house.

Since then, you haven't made any effort whatsoever to apologise, despite being fully aware of what you did.

I know that you read this blog Eddie, next time you need somewhere to crash, you can get a fucking taxi home.