Wanking footballer!
Over the years I've been party to most OCD behaviours.

Former housemates have had the usual on/off lightswitch behaviour, my nan would always eat a sugarcube to aid thought, my ex used to recite all the various parts of the car she had to turn off in a certain order. All of that pales into insignificance when compared to my friend. He'll have to remain nameless, unfortunately, as he reads this and would kick my head in.

I lived with this bloke for around about 6 months back in 2001. He was a former professional footballer (he played for York City in the late 90s). He was a lovely guy, had a stunning girlfriend, but was trying to find a new career, having been kicked out of football for using drugs. He was working in Marks & Sparks as a stopgap.

When he moved in with us a few quirks rapidly became apparent; he blew up the microwacve after putting something foil-covered in it, and he kept disappearing to his room with mysterious bags. We found, in time, that these bags contained a variety of hardcore porn videos. He used to vanish into his room with them and, clearly, wank.

He had a wanking habit almost beyond belief; when DVDs became popular, we often found him in one of our rooms, blocking himself in. I remember one day when he came downstairs wearing nothing but a towel, informing me that if anyone came round for him I should tell them he was "upstairs cracking one off."

This carried on all the time I lived with him. He was a nice, normal guy at heart, but he just couldn't stop wanking. He even had a deal with the local porno emporium allowing him to return videos and swap them over for new ones at a tiny cost.
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