Student house
I lived in a student house in Clapham, it was infact 3 houses joined together. It comprised 15 bedrooms, 4 or 5 bathrooms, and a basement floor with 2 massive "reception rooms" and 1 massive kitchen.

When me and my 2 mates moved in, we were told by the people already living there that there was a cleaning rota and that as noobs it was our turn to clean the kitchen. We did it. It took ages, it was a revolting job but after a few hours the kitchen looked functional.

A few days later it was back to its usual state: not one pan, plate, cup or fork that wasn't festering in the clogged sinks and that's how it remained for the entire year.

We pretty quickly learnt that there was no point putting any food in the cupboards as it would get nicked within hours. The only food that was to be found in the cupboards had been there for some time, we're talking a 10 year old bag of flour, a bag of sugar turned into a solid lump, that type of thing.

One morning, I went in the kitchen to find a tramp in there who had wandered in via our side gate and back door both left wide open as you do in South London.

"Err, can I help you?" I asked him.

"No you can't, there's nothing worth eating in here, it's fucking disgusting!" He said as he walked back out of the door.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 17:36, 1 reply)

Haha
That gets a click.

You know it's bad when you get put down by a tramp.
( thistle, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 22:03, closed)