Last night a DJ kept me up

Ah, the joys of student house-parties! The living room full of people, the fridge full of beer, the bath full of puke. Last night our delightful new neighbours decided to throw a bit of a bash, and to impress upon the whole street right into the early hours just how loud their stereo could go.

At least whoever had commandeered charge of said stereo had the decency to exhibit remarkably good taste. As I lay in bed, it was more a case of counting songs in my record collection than sheep. Over a period of around two hours, we got: 'Dreaming Of You' - The Coral, 'Harmonic Generator' - The Datsuns, 'Anarchy In The UK' - Sex Pistols, 'This Charming Man' - The Smiths, 'Caught By The Fuzz' - Supergrass, 'Derelict' - Beck, 'Sabotage' - Beastie Boys, 'Changes' - David Bowie, 'Teenage Kicks' - The Undertones, 'White Riot' - The Clash, 'Geno' - Dexys Midnight Runners. All a cut above the usual "banging" warehouse-club techno.

I'm being particularly charitable here, though. When, having traversed backwards and forwards across the border of the Land of Nod for an hour or so, I finally fell asleep to the strains of 'New York City Cops' by The Strokes, it was 3.45am. Hardly an ideal situation for my housemate M, a newly-qualified teacher whose school has the OFSTED inspectors in this week...