hmmmm...flat i lived in a few years ago - i'd just started a new job & was looking for a flat, one of my new colleagues needed someone to fill a room in his flat so i took it, he seemed like an ok guy.
so, moved in with him, his girlfriend, and their mate from years back. they all turned out to be freaks. the couple were one of these couples who were just together out of habit, they didn't seem to like each other much. she used to phone him up when he was on a day off work, and he'd respond with something like 'what you phoning me now for, i'm watching a video! fuck sake.' charming really.
and the 2 guys were borderline alcoholics (made more fun by me being teetotal). so they used to come in about 1.30 nearly every morning utterly drunk, and either: sing, play football/rugby, wrestle, or worst of all amusingly pretend to have sex with a large cardboard cutout of gillian anderson they kept in the hallway. every bloody night.
eventually the guy i worked with quit his job, he just wasn't able to keep it together. also his ashen face & the way he would tremble uncontrollably were putting off the customers. he was unemployed for the 3 months or so until i moved out of the flat - this was during winter, and he used to spend his days at home, with the central heating full blast, and gas fires on in 2 rooms, walking around in his pants. after i moved out they tried to hit me with a gas bill for over £500. ha.
(so, moved in with him, his girlfriend, and their mate from years back. they all turned out to be freaks. the couple were one of these couples who were just together out of habit, they didn't seem to like each other much. she used to phone him up when he was on a day off work, and he'd respond with something like 'what you phoning me now for, i'm watching a video! fuck sake.' charming really.
and the 2 guys were borderline alcoholics (made more fun by me being teetotal). so they used to come in about 1.30 nearly every morning utterly drunk, and either: sing, play football/rugby, wrestle, or worst of all amusingly pretend to have sex with a large cardboard cutout of gillian anderson they kept in the hallway. every bloody night.
eventually the guy i worked with quit his job, he just wasn't able to keep it together. also his ashen face & the way he would tremble uncontrollably were putting off the customers. he was unemployed for the 3 months or so until i moved out of the flat - this was during winter, and he used to spend his days at home, with the central heating full blast, and gas fires on in 2 rooms, walking around in his pants. after i moved out they tried to hit me with a gas bill for over £500. ha.
zerolicious,
Mon 17 Nov 2003, 14:58,
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not strictly flatmatesbut the flat i lived in after that, my flatmate - who really was a lovely girl - had terrible taste in men. for nearly 2 years she went out with this guy who was just the saddest individual i have ever met. he was 27, hadn't held a job down *ever*, had no desire to get one, had no social skills, could always be relied on to say the wrong thing, was so clumsy he could be guaranteed to trip over or break something every time he was in the flat. he lived in a manky house with about 7 other people, so naturally he'd take the opportunity to stay at ours whenever possible.
he only washed from week to week, so he stank the place out a bit, he never cleaned up after himself, never did any dishes, bought a guardian every day (in the vain hope it might make him intelligent) and constructed a mountain out of them in the living room. he was there for a over a year, and never paid a penny in bills or rent.
oh yeah, his mum used to phone up looking for him too, usually when he was never there, and then he'd never phone her back when i passed messages on. so every time she called & i answered, she'd accuse me of lying to her about asking him to call. which was nice.
and for some reason whenever i bump into him in the street, he still seems to think i'll want to chat to him.
after my flatmate had finally dumped him, she ended up going out with a proper crusty - i swear this is true, he used to go up to 6 MONTHS without washing. you could tell he'd been in the flat hours after he'd left by the smell, and whenever he was round i'd end up having to eat me dinner in the bedroom coz having to inhale his stench whilst eating was enough to make me bowk.
i live alone now...
(he only washed from week to week, so he stank the place out a bit, he never cleaned up after himself, never did any dishes, bought a guardian every day (in the vain hope it might make him intelligent) and constructed a mountain out of them in the living room. he was there for a over a year, and never paid a penny in bills or rent.
oh yeah, his mum used to phone up looking for him too, usually when he was never there, and then he'd never phone her back when i passed messages on. so every time she called & i answered, she'd accuse me of lying to her about asking him to call. which was nice.
and for some reason whenever i bump into him in the street, he still seems to think i'll want to chat to him.
after my flatmate had finally dumped him, she ended up going out with a proper crusty - i swear this is true, he used to go up to 6 MONTHS without washing. you could tell he'd been in the flat hours after he'd left by the smell, and whenever he was round i'd end up having to eat me dinner in the bedroom coz having to inhale his stench whilst eating was enough to make me bowk.
i live alone now...
zerolicious,
Mon 17 Nov 2003, 15:09,
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