I shared flats with a fair number of eccentrics. I remember one bloke used to practice throwing a tomahawk across the room to try and bury it in the front door. But none who I didn't like
In one London flat were two italian girls, and one of them was a screamer during sex. She'd regularly bring her boyfriend back and fuck and we'd have to sit munching our dinner while her screams filled the flat. Both of them had a habit of walking to breakfast naked, which would please the up to six kiwis we had dossing downstairs at any one time. The only bad experience was when I broke my rule of never sharing a flat with an englishman. I don't know what this Manc did for a crust, but he'd come home late every night totally wired, like he'd just been doing lines of speed, which he quite possibly had. I've never seen a bloke so on edge all the time. He couldn't sit still in his chair and if you tried to converse with him he'd react like it was a hostile police interrogation. The fucker ended up skipping out on us owing rent.
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