One for the men in white coats
As a newly qualified teacher going to my first job I moved into a very cool house share in Chelmsford. Lots of up for it people living in a big house...spot on. This guy moved in and seemed fine for the first week. After that the Special Brew started appearing, as did his rather weak attempts to convert his room into a dungeon where he could 'hang the bastard women upside down and do them up the a**e". We escaped him one night to go to the local cheesey nightclub but he managed to find us. The head boy of the school I was working at was also there and I had just got chatting with him when this guy turns up, pretends I'm his best mate and starts telling the head boy about OUR plans for his dungeon. Thanks for that! Our landlord used his references to track down his parents...turns out he was bipolar and not long been released from a period in the local loony bin. The men in white coats came for him a few days later...
(userdeath imminent, Thu 6 Jan 2011, 22:25, Reply)