Pantony
I once shared a house with a very strange and unstable person we shall call Pantony. We shall call him Pantony because my girlfriends pants used to disappear never to be seen again. But that's not really the half of it. He also nicked a copy of Playboy from me. I decided not to ask for it back.

We first noticed something was amiss when we were woken at 3 in the morning by the sound of him banging on the radiator at the side of his bed, in time to his full-volume rendition of the Human League's classic "Don't You Want Me Baby?" When I mentioned it the following morning he looked at me blankly and had no idea what I was talking about.

He would come in at night from the pub and prepare a full meal, raw, on the plate, then go to bed and never cook it. Sometimes twice in a night.

He had mild OCD which meant we had a very clean bathroom, but sadly he never did the dishes.
It was perhaps his habit of drinking heavily after taking pills designed to limit this which produced his finest hour. Hearing some noise from upstairs my girlfriend and I gingerly crept up the stairs, to hear Pantony in the bathroom, presumably having a bath, whilst shouting "die, nigger nigger die!" repeatedly.
(apologies for the N bomb, I quote verbatim)

Our landlords were crap and we all moved out, but we would occasionally bump into him around town. Oddly, every time we did he had fewer teeth.
(Lambkin, Sat 28 Feb 2009, 20:43, Reply)