John woke up having slept through all his lectures. A book arrived to the flat today which has been discarded on the playstation and may or may not be ever read. Some random person was knocking on the door but knowing the scouse flatmate it was probably one of her many unknown associates. John went back to his room and went on the internet for a bit. John opened his curtains a few hours later to find a bird has shat on his window.

More as it develops