I got off lightly.
Compared to the horror stories on here I had it easy. Wasn't fun at the time, mind you.
First bedsit.
Had the place to myself for about four months. Then three guys all move in at the same time. Relations initially friendly but deteriorate when I start getting grumpy at their habit of coming at 1am every single Friday and Saturday with their mates and sticking the stereo on full blast. Then despite the front room being full of papers, fagash and the odd crustie one of them took umbrage at my leaving my razor in my personal kitchen cupboard.
Finally I woke up one night to find them trying to stuff a clothesline pole through my window. They thought this was funny. I thought it would be funny to lock them out. The fun and games culminated in my waving a pickaxe handle under somebody's nose.
Second bedsit.
Much nicer except for the (Divorced) wifebeater that lived across the corridor and the couple who livened up Saturday with ferocious, doorslamming rows.

Apologies for wasting five minutes of your life that you will never get back.
(Big D, Fri 13 Apr 2007, 0:01, Reply)