where to start?
like many others here i could go on for ages but ill just pick one choice anecdote.

the last place i lived in manchester i shared with 6 other people (it was a big house). this was fine as we all got on and (mostly) pulled our respective weights. one of my housemates, bob, had some decidedly dodgy mates. they'd get up to things like turning up loudly at 3am on a tuesday morning trying to buy weed, or coming round on a sunday afternoon to get trollyed whilst we were trying to watch a film or something.

a couple of years back on new years eve most of us decided to stay in to save on money and hassle. all went well until at about 2am two of bobs mates turned up. for a bit it was all good and we were all full of festive cheer until the two guys stared arguing. in seconds (and i mean seconds), one of them pulled a kitchen knife and slashed the other one across the hand. after much fuss we managed to get them out of the house. i spent the rest of the night with my mate gaura mopping up blood a la pulp fiction. you'd be amazed at how much a human hand will bleed.
happy new year eh...

edit: i now live on my own. its great. you can actually invite girls back without fear...
(russianroulette23 Nastrowya towarichi!, Fri 6 Apr 2007, 14:18, Reply)