Not really a housemate
more a roommate, at my old boarding school (fun, but sucked as well) we shared rooms between two of us. I had a room with a guy who was quite a good friend of mine, which was good, because some people had rooms with people they hated. But that's not the wierd bit.

One night I woke up wanting a drink, and turned the light on to find him standing, stark naked, staring out of the window at the playing fields. He quickly explained that he was just 'getting his dressing gown' (which was on a hook on the other side of the room) and hastily did so. I made sure never to turn the light on at night after that.

But that's not the whole story

For also, I was technically one from hell. I used to never tidy my desk, and just let folders and assorted papers sit in piles until i needed them next to the desk on the floor. After a while, my roommate (different one, different year) complained, and I got moved to a room on my own. With a sink. Yes, I annoyed them so much that I got a better room all to myself. Which just goes to show that there isn't always justice, i suppose.

I'm not apologising for length because he never apologised for the mind-scarring display.
(Pavlov'sDog is all out of pavlova, Fri 6 Apr 2007, 17:15, Reply)