I never want to go anywhere, ever again...
...after reading some of these. Fuck that...
However I can't help but feel that staying in my house isn't exactly fun for guests either. We seem to be surrounded by loud roadworks all the time (seriously, I don't know why), so sleeping is a rarity for people on that particular side of the house (heh, I got it in the summer, its the other's turn now). Also next door to our house is a home for old nutters or something, they seem to buy cat food (haven't seen a cat near that place at all) and glare at everyone out of the windows normally, except when they are either outside yelling at cars making mad groaning Frankenstein noises through the walls, leading us to argue about who the hell was having such a furious wank at 4 in the morning. Also the one useful shower in a 15-bedroom house has some kind of 'downstairs mix-up' involving plumbing, so after showering it stinks like the sulphurous pits of hell. Yum. The other two bathrooms have mould under the cheap shitty lino our landlords refuse to replace. And with there being a lot of us, cleaning, tidying and washing up is done only on very special occasions, so its less a matter of cleaning a glass to use, more hunting one down and subduing it enough to pour liquid in. Also, if you are unlucky enough to sleep in the lounge, prepare to be covered in some kind of rash or insect bites when you wake up. We don't know what they are, we're more or less immune to it now, apart from in the summer when the cellar contained a sort of living cloud of mosquitoes. It now features a load of mosquito corpses and a dirty great padlock on the door. Despite this madness I've actually agreed to live there for another year. How nice.
(Ryuken-Kai, Sat 19 Jan 2008, 10:04, Reply)