Lazy fingers=badness
I have had many house shares in my life, I'm a bit organised and maybe a teeny it controlly so normally I assemble a bunch of chums, we find a house I approve of (i.e. mice, big rooms, grot+mould and period building outside: got to have a classy exterior but at a cheap cheap price...) and then place freeads to fill in the spare rooms.

Now I used to be a bit of a serial snogger on the Camden scene and had all sorts of men's phone numbers- happy memories! So as to not confuse conquests with potential flatmaes I gave the conquests memorable names (Retard Peter, Party Phil, Fat Mark) and the potential housemates I was meeting in a pub that week/month names with HOUSE in them. Mark House (he later became Condom Mark but that's another story...), John House, Stephen House. You get the picture.

I rarely deleted contacts cos I was too busy snogging to find the time. However I decided it was time to clear out some disused numbers and I was merrily hunting through my phone removing prople when I came across Josh Hotse. I was pretty drunk and decided that this was definitely a past pull with a letter missing from his name and therefore he deserved a quick text before I deleted him forever, so I sent the following message:

Hi Josh, I just found your number on my phone and I don't remember you but I input you as Josh Hot Sex so where exactly did we meet?

When I got the instant reply telling me that he had a girlfriend, and he most certainly had not had hot sex with me when he looked round my SPARE ROOM, did I realise that I probably should have pressed the number 8 key one more time when entering his name (pre-predictive texting).
(octopuspie, Mon 3 Aug 2009, 16:54, 2 replies)

(Retard Peter, Party Phil, Fat Mark)
Seriously, you need to be a bit more selective...
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Tue 4 Aug 2009, 13:04, closed)

That hadn't actually occurred to me!
Good grief- unbelieveably I hadn't twigged that all my previous pulls have ridiculous names. No wonder I was so miserable with my man situation back in those days.
Interesting addendum: I tried but never succeeded in pulling one of the A-list camden lads: Skunky. He was christened Skunky by us as he had a bleach blonde strip through his otherwise lank greasy black mess of hair. Skunky was always a complete tool but he made my pants moist. I saw him in Heat magazine a few years ago and was vaguely amused till he shot to fame as Blake: husband of winehouse.
(octopuspie, Thu 6 Aug 2009, 9:41, closed)