Went up to get my guitar from my mate just there, as arranged, a quarter past 11, chaps the door - nothing. Rung his phone - nothing, house phone - nothing.
Then, at 20 to he comes to the door, claiming he's been in the shower, then as I went to walk through to his room to get my guitar, he told me not to.
Turns out he was shagging his bird when I was sitting waiting on him at the back door. Now, I have no problems with him pelting his bird, but at least have the fucking decency to say that, and tell me to come up an hour or so later on.
Cock.