[Jake.]

I had around 25 people in a two bedroom flat, a fishbowl making a friend sick for the rest of night (with my no-longer owned dog attempting to eat the contents of the bucket), a huge argument in which an iPod was thrown at a mates head, with that same friend (the one who was hit by the iPod) kicking the wall in the front room, only for somebody to notice that he'd kicked a hole the size of two heads in the wall (ironically it was the girl who he'd had the argument with/threw the iPod at him who ended up fixing the wall with plaster the next day because she does a decorating course)... some other stuff as well... at other parties of mine I've had my mothers bed break, a chair broken and a door come off of the hinges. None of which my mother has ever found out about (apart from the bed, at first we held it up with some old Roald Dahl books and I ended up telling her that I just heard it collapse one day so I used the books to support it)