Eh dear.... this is gonna be one long post
Last year I moved into the place where I still live now. Really ideal room, spacious, good double bed, close to where I work, and much better than living with my alcoholic mother and her prick-of-a-husband (as I'd been forced to do after returning back to the UK skint from a spell travelling around the globe).

So I moved in, and the first morning we were supposed to have a meeting with the landlord to go over the conditions and all that. Sat down for brekkie with one of my new housemates, named Steven but preferred to be known as 'Ste'. I was immediately less-than-impressed when I asked him what he did for a living- his reply was "ah, I don't work, me", which he said as if he was proud of it. I didn't care to ask how he could afford to pay the rent if he didn't have a job.

Anyway, I decided to get on with things. But 'Ste' became like a minor headache that grows into a terrible migraine over the next few weeks. He was 100% chav, had this skinny girlfriend that you could have blown over with a fart but had a voice as deep as Barry White, and every night they'd go through the routine of having extremely loud, drunken and violent (as in him kicking the hell out of her) arguments every night, and then having extremely loud, drunken and violent sex. Now I'm normally a very reserved and quiet individual, but after a few days I was ready to kill this chav and his chav beeatch. My other housemates (who were both decent enough guys) were terrified of Ste, though with work being in such a state of disrepair I was doing all the overtime God sent and so was usually too knackered at night to go down and give the chavs from hell a beasting, and also felt that as I was new to the house and in an unfamiliar area couldn't really afford to have beating the hell out of one of my house 'mates' on record. So for whatever reason, I put up with it, if only for a couple of weeks........

...and then it got so much that myself and my other housemates, with whom I got on well, got in touch with the landlord and told him that if he wasn't going to kick out this chav we would kill him. So landlord (decent enough guy, just hadn't filtered his tenants well enough perhaps) came round one evening when 'Ste' was out, to wait for him to come back and tell him to go. I'd just got back from work, and as Jay (landlord) was there I told him I'd go to my room and fetch him the two weeks' rent I owed him....

... only to find the chav scumbag had broken into my room and stolen the £150 I had placed in my drawers in my room. It was tucked under two towels in the drawers by my desk, as I'd not had time since moving in to instal a lock on my door. The little bastard had been through all my drawers, stole my credit card (which I immediately cancelled), and gone through all my private confidential stuff. If he had come back home that night I would have cut his throat and made his bitch drink the blood. I was seething, mad that I'd made the wrong decision to move into this house just to get away from my mother's scumbag husband who still thinks he's an Army Sargeant, just to be closer to my work so that I didn't have to suffer trains being late all the time and could supposedly save the cost of travelling, mad that I'd moved into this house that seemed so nice at first but had turned into a nightmare. My landlord called the cops, but we never saw Ste again, the landlord saw him once, a few weeks later, to give him his stuff back (we'd gone into his room and shoved it all in bin bags) (I would have killed him if I'd seen him, in fact I'd still kill him now and this all happened about 9 months ago). The cops couldn't do anything, as there weren't any locks on my room door, and he had a right to be in the house as he was a paying tenant. So rule number one, I knew then (and I'd lived in a LOT of dodgy places before this) was..... NEVER LIVE WITH A CHAV. THEY WILL LEAVE BLOOD STAINS ALL OVER THE HOUSE. THEY WILL ARGUE WITH, AND THEN RAPE, THE POOR STUPID FEMALE CHAVS THAT ARE STUPID ENOUGH TO HAVE RELATIONSHIPS WITH THEM, AT ABOUT A LEVEL OF 1000 DECIBELS EVERY NIGHT. AND THEY WILL STAL FROM YOU.....

.... at least he was gone, I thought. So we could move someone decent into the spare room, I thought.....

AND THEN IT GOT WORSE..... (nightmare post to follow)
(fourplusone, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 23:46, Reply)