thread kept me entertained all day so far...Nothing that competes. But.
When we had our House 'Warming' (to be read as destroying) party in the 2nd year at uni, a housemate invited friends from his 'Live Action Role Playing' club along. LARP is when you dress up like you're in Lord of the Rings, on a 1.99 budget and fight each other. Anyway, one particular loser, who was also on our course at uni demonstrated his battle abilities. Jumped down half a flight of stairs, and went through the floor boards at the bottom. Heaved himself out of the hole by hanging onto the front bedroom door. Pulling it off it's hinges.
Later on, another LARP member found my Katana I'd bought in the 1st year in a fit of 'I've just got my loan and like shiny things'. He was demonstrating how skilled he was with it in the back yard. Impressive at first. Till you realised he was just copying moves from the movies, and had practiced them a lot, but had no actual skill or training. This was most apparant when the blade (live blade by the way) flew out of his hands, narrowly missing the flat mate and I and embedding itself into a wheely bin.
The guy in the room below me dropped out, and I agreed to abide by the decision of everyone else who had found a guy they'd met a few times at a club that I didn't go to (The Ritz in manc) to move in.
He was an OK guy most of the time. Bit of a dirty bugger, even more so than us, but not too bad. Only /really/ bad thing was he'd go on all night clubbing sessions on drugs, come home, go to sleep. Forgetting to turn off his alarm. Which was his stereo. Still loaded with the night before's getting ready to party music. He could sleep through it. I couldn't.
In the 3rd year, of the 5 of us that moved into the 2nd year house: 3 of us lived together. I was the worst housemate I think that year, because I failed to accept the fact that my stereo bass could be heard in the room above. Only little problem we had then I think. Housemates might think otherwise perhaps.
(When we had our House 'Warming' (to be read as destroying) party in the 2nd year at uni, a housemate invited friends from his 'Live Action Role Playing' club along. LARP is when you dress up like you're in Lord of the Rings, on a 1.99 budget and fight each other. Anyway, one particular loser, who was also on our course at uni demonstrated his battle abilities. Jumped down half a flight of stairs, and went through the floor boards at the bottom. Heaved himself out of the hole by hanging onto the front bedroom door. Pulling it off it's hinges.
Later on, another LARP member found my Katana I'd bought in the 1st year in a fit of 'I've just got my loan and like shiny things'. He was demonstrating how skilled he was with it in the back yard. Impressive at first. Till you realised he was just copying moves from the movies, and had practiced them a lot, but had no actual skill or training. This was most apparant when the blade (live blade by the way) flew out of his hands, narrowly missing the flat mate and I and embedding itself into a wheely bin.
The guy in the room below me dropped out, and I agreed to abide by the decision of everyone else who had found a guy they'd met a few times at a club that I didn't go to (The Ritz in manc) to move in.
He was an OK guy most of the time. Bit of a dirty bugger, even more so than us, but not too bad. Only /really/ bad thing was he'd go on all night clubbing sessions on drugs, come home, go to sleep. Forgetting to turn off his alarm. Which was his stereo. Still loaded with the night before's getting ready to party music. He could sleep through it. I couldn't.
In the 3rd year, of the 5 of us that moved into the 2nd year house: 3 of us lived together. I was the worst housemate I think that year, because I failed to accept the fact that my stereo bass could be heard in the room above. Only little problem we had then I think. Housemates might think otherwise perhaps.
THEMike,
Thu 20 Nov 2003, 14:34,
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