little princess
We recently got rid of a housemate (call her H) who although not from hell was certainly not the easiest person to get along with.

We knew that she had plans to travel sometime this year, probably around May or June which is when we were supposed to renew our contract anyway so all's good there. However, at the beginning of January I got a text from a friend of mine in London asking if H was moving out in a week's time. I said I wasn't aware of it, so my friend pointed me towards an ad on the gumtree website advertising a room for rent in a week, along with H's name and phone number. At the time a friend of hers (miserable cow...H's one token female friend) was staying with us "for a few days" and it suddenly dawned on me that H planned to move out without telling us and give her room to this other girl. Luckily the reason my friend was on gumtree was that she was looking to move down to Brighton, so much to H's chagrin we moved my friend in, kicked her friend out, and did it with a song in our hearts.

Plenty of stories could be told about her pettiness, about how she argued with literally everyone who didn't treat her like a princess (all her friends locally were blokes who had either slept with her or wanted to), constant complaints about noise (when I say noise, I mean like doors being closed, not even slammed, at about 12 at night), trying to play me and the other male housemate off against each other (when in fact we got on really well and couldn't stand her)...but I think her moving out story illustrates just what a little princess she was.

sorry this hasn't been the most extreme story ever, but I felt the need to vent just a bit. extreme story will come later.
( yes yes yes man oi mate, someone's writtten 'bum' on your neck, Wed 11 Apr 2007, 13:54, Reply)