i hate ginger racist bastards...whilst i was in halls we had this one lad who was generally a nice enough bloke and didn't mean any harm but was an absolute cock.
there was a period where we would play goldeneye loads, and he was crap at it. so, during the exam period, he borrowed the n64 and would practice on it all the time. you could hear him down the corridor, the music playing and the occasional gunshot, then every now and again, you'd hear him swear his head off when he got killed for the umpteenth time. he was also heard to blame the asian community for his inept gameplaying skills...
needless to say, we ended up living him for 3 fucking years, which was nice.
some of the gems from that period include such culinary delights as his fish finger curry, some pasta/mushroom soup slop, and crisps arranged on a plate when he fucked up his proper meal. (he once blamed the fact that they were irish sausages every time he burnt them; even though he'd leave them for on the hob for an hour and watch tv)
his n64 playing never ceased, insisting on playing whilst we were all sat in there, wanting to watch tv. or he'd play into the early hours, keeping me up with his swearing.
coupled with the usual not cleaning or washing up, or paying for any shared stuff like bread and milk cos he said he couldn't afford (we found out he put all his loan into an isa the tight bastard) he'd come out with all sorts of right wing views his dad had brainwashed him with (his dad happened to work at ford during the scandal of airbrushing the non white staff out of some photo)
the last time i heard of him was that he was a picker/packer at argos.
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Mon 17 Nov 2003, 15:28,
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there was a period where we would play goldeneye loads, and he was crap at it. so, during the exam period, he borrowed the n64 and would practice on it all the time. you could hear him down the corridor, the music playing and the occasional gunshot, then every now and again, you'd hear him swear his head off when he got killed for the umpteenth time. he was also heard to blame the asian community for his inept gameplaying skills...
needless to say, we ended up living him for 3 fucking years, which was nice.
some of the gems from that period include such culinary delights as his fish finger curry, some pasta/mushroom soup slop, and crisps arranged on a plate when he fucked up his proper meal. (he once blamed the fact that they were irish sausages every time he burnt them; even though he'd leave them for on the hob for an hour and watch tv)
his n64 playing never ceased, insisting on playing whilst we were all sat in there, wanting to watch tv. or he'd play into the early hours, keeping me up with his swearing.
coupled with the usual not cleaning or washing up, or paying for any shared stuff like bread and milk cos he said he couldn't afford (we found out he put all his loan into an isa the tight bastard) he'd come out with all sorts of right wing views his dad had brainwashed him with (his dad happened to work at ford during the scandal of airbrushing the non white staff out of some photo)
the last time i heard of him was that he was a picker/packer at argos.