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I used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.

(, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
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My university Neighbours.
10 years ago I was all signed up to go to a local university and stay at home, when at the last minute the feeling that I would be missing out on the 'university experience' compelled me to apply at the last minute to a uni half way up the country and move away.

I was sure I'd spend three years partaking in a non stop orgy of birds and booze but unfortunately my last minute application meant that halls of residence accomodation was almost full - and I was given (without my knowledge I might add) a room in the disabled block.

My flatmates were so bizarre that sometimes I'm not sure if I actually lived through this part of my life or just dreamt it.

My first flatmate was a arthritic Yorkshire lad called Dave. He was a nice chap but was completely obsessed with Forrest Gump. Any excuse he could get he would talk about Forrest Gump, do Forrest Gump impressions, ask me if I wanted to watch Forrest Gump... then he became obsessed with Championship Manager.

The only problem was Championship Manager was on my PC in my room and without exageration he spent probably 10 hours a day in my room at the PC playing Championship Manager. Looking back it was so bizarre, but I used to literally go to bed and leave him playing Championship Manager at my desk while I slept. I'd fall asleep to him telling me about his latest signings and his chances of winning the UEFA cup this season like some weird John Motson bedtime story.

My next Neighbour was a deaf guy called Dan. To put into perspective how strange he was he actually lived about 15 miles away but his parents sent him to live in the halls just to get rid of him. On THE FIRST DAY WE MET HIM he told us that he'd had sex with three girls but he couldn't get them pregnant because - and I quote - "nothing comes out". Then things got stranger... he kept dropping hints about how he found men attractive, then told us on one occasion that he'd actually had sex with three 'boys'. When he joined the LBGT society I thought something was suspicious... but when he got drunk and tried to kiss me the penny dropped. I would have been flattered but he was an ugly fucker! Being a strange deaf gay guy wasn't actually the annoying part though... he was annoying because he used to listen to Celine Dion in his room and sing along at the top of his voice. Being both deaf having the Celine Dion cranked up at full volume he couldn't hear us banging on his locked door to shut up so we literally had to wait until he got bored and stopped singing to get some peace. He also had a weird thing about sharing, to the point that he kept things like his toaster and his kitchen utensils in his room instead of the kitchen. We wouldn't have minded but on one occasion he unplugged the freezer to use his toaster then forgot to plug it back in, completely ruining all our food. Convinced he was going to be the subject of a revenge attack he started storing all his own food in his room as well, including an unrefridgerated roast chicken. It wasn't until a week later when the smell of rotting meat started to fill up the corridor that we realised what had happened.

So that was room number two in our corridor of four, but what of the final room?

Well this room stayed suspiciously empty for a few weeks after term began. As time passed anticipation grew... could my next flatmate be be a hot disabled chick desperate for a young able bodied brummy such as myself to give her a good rogering every night??

Unfortunately no - it was a deaf and mute middle aged African man.

I never quite worked out if this guy's name was Seygon, or Seygu or Seygo. Different people used to call him different things. He was literally stone deaf and mute though, so we couldn't exactly ask him. He could only communicate by whistling and chirping which was weird, but perhaps even weirder was that when he moved in he brought 2 of his own matresses - despite the fact the rooms where furnished. For some reason he put his own matresses on top of his uni issued one so when he slept he was about 4 feet off the ground. He also used to sit in the corner cross legged watching TV and looked like a little, bald African Leprechaun.

Seygon/Seygu/Seygo was an alright bloke...or so we thought. One day he was moved out of the halls in what had to be some kind of covert op by the accomodation department as he was just gone without a trace when I came back from lectures one day. It turned out a woman on the top floor had accused him of sexually assaulting her and he'd had to leave the halls. But here's the kicker... they moved him into a flat in the posh halls with seven normal party loving students! I would have been molesting women on my second day there if I knew what the reward would have been!

Well we're almost at the end of my tale, but not before I tell you about my final neighbour who moved int Seygon/Seygo/Seygu's flat after he was removed - Lee Yung. Lee Yung was actually an OK dude. he was a foreign student from Shanghai and used to cook us Chinese food all the time. Being a fan of Hong Kong Cinema I had plenty to talk about with him and generally he was good to hang around with. Of course, with my luck he also had some bizarre quirks that made living with him insane.

Firstly because all his friends were in China he used to sleep in the day then stay up all night online chatting and playing Starcraft. It wouldn't be so bad but he used to have a subwoofer so I'd be continuously woke up in the night by bassy explosions and laser fire. Secondly he used to wear weird Giles Brandworth-esque wooly jumpers... AND NO TROUSERS! He used to wander round wearing Y-fronts and a ridiculous eighties-fied knitted jumper with a fag hanging out of his mouth in classic Chinese style (he smoked like a chimney and simply put wet paper towels over all the smoke alarms to get away with it).

I don't know why but he also became obsessed with eating chips. He'd randomly knock on my door and shout "WANT CHIPS?" in the middle of the night. I'd follow him to the kitchen where a huge pile of chips would be waiting for us.. again not a bad thing but a strange obsession nothingless.

Now Lee Yung's final quirk is perhaps the strangest of all. My room was right next to the bathroom,and when his girlfriend came to stay I heard some naughtiness going on in the shower. His girlfriend was letting out very polite and refined moans of pleasure - but not Lee Yung... for some reason Lee Yung was laughing non stop and singing patriotic Chinese folk songs... WHILE SHAGGING!!!

Well I've been writing this for 30 minutes now so I think I'll stop... but I swear not one word of this is a lie.
(, Fri 2 Oct 2009, 2:00, 3 replies)
As one son of the Midlands to another
I'd just like to say: Great read, Sir !!!
(, Fri 2 Oct 2009, 11:07, closed)
I click for Lee Yung
He sounds awesome. I had a (Hong Kong) Chinese housemate called Ryan at university, and much of what you say applied to him (he kept his trousers on most of the time though.)
(, Mon 5 Oct 2009, 13:02, closed)
I'm giving a click just for the fact that "WANT CHIPS?" made me giggle out loud for 5 full minutes.
(, Wed 7 Oct 2009, 2:02, closed)

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