Shared a hall of residence with......a MASSIVE cockney bloke called Andy, who claimed to be 30 but looked a good 10 years older.
6 months down the line we found out the reason for his general grizzledness.
Every night he would trundle down to oddbins and purchase 4 litres of White Lightening which he would then proceed to drink alone in his room, which could only be distinguised from a landfill site by the fact that even the rats and seagulls drew the line at eating anything from his room.
He would develop random crushes on various female members of the household and then threaten violence when his advances were inevitably rebuffed, stole stuff from the kitchen, and I'm not just talking the usual milk and cheese, oh nooooo, if someone lft their jacket, underwear, regardless of the size or sex of the person wearing it(on the radiator to dry, obviously - the kitchen was too foul most of the time to think about indulging in filthy ape sex in there), college bag or cat in there overnight then it would never be seen again, having been taken into his room, never to be seen again.
We never found out what happened to these items once they got into his room. We even broke in once to look for our stuff to no avail.
And then there was the incident where in a fit of rage over his latest crush going wrong he smashed up his desk light and room light fixture and then had to complete his assignment by the light of his telly.
Which he insisted on having at top volume for the 10 hour night shift he put in to complete said assignment.
And the fact the fact that the corrifdor in which he resided permenently stank of stale cider and unwashed feet.....
Oh and, he used to phone you up at 4 in the morning on the internal phones the halls had to ask you for advice in affairs of the heart or to moan about his latest crush going sour....
(6 months down the line we found out the reason for his general grizzledness.
Every night he would trundle down to oddbins and purchase 4 litres of White Lightening which he would then proceed to drink alone in his room, which could only be distinguised from a landfill site by the fact that even the rats and seagulls drew the line at eating anything from his room.
He would develop random crushes on various female members of the household and then threaten violence when his advances were inevitably rebuffed, stole stuff from the kitchen, and I'm not just talking the usual milk and cheese, oh nooooo, if someone lft their jacket, underwear, regardless of the size or sex of the person wearing it(on the radiator to dry, obviously - the kitchen was too foul most of the time to think about indulging in filthy ape sex in there), college bag or cat in there overnight then it would never be seen again, having been taken into his room, never to be seen again.
We never found out what happened to these items once they got into his room. We even broke in once to look for our stuff to no avail.
And then there was the incident where in a fit of rage over his latest crush going wrong he smashed up his desk light and room light fixture and then had to complete his assignment by the light of his telly.
Which he insisted on having at top volume for the 10 hour night shift he put in to complete said assignment.
And the fact the fact that the corrifdor in which he resided permenently stank of stale cider and unwashed feet.....
Oh and, he used to phone you up at 4 in the morning on the internal phones the halls had to ask you for advice in affairs of the heart or to moan about his latest crush going sour....
Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U,
Mon 17 Nov 2003, 15:54,
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