On the whole, I have found the Eastern Europeans to be perfectly pleasant and hardworking
One notable exception was the strange chap who became the handyman for the block of flats I lived in as an undergraduate. He was an odd fellow, and seemed to either be half-cut or hungover every time we saw him (which, as undergraduates, was not something we could criticise him for).

When we had problems with our boiler, after much shouting at our landlord, I thought I'd manage to convince him that it was finally time to replace the knackered old thing. Until this crazy feller then convinced our landlord that he'd be able to fix it. He turned up one evening, drank most of our coffee, made a bit of a mess and basically achieved nothing except delaying the replacement of said boiler and freaking out our female flatmate.

We lived on the top floor. I left the flat one day to find a spray of vomit that had managed to extend down the top flight of stairs. Apparently he and his friend had got pissed as darts players in our stairwell. He cleaned it up, or at least tried to, but the carpet remained stained as a permanent reminder of that foul-smelling morning.

Finally, our gas meter was in a small cupboard just outside the door to our flat. My flatmate came back one evening and said to me
"Crow, can you come and listen to this?"
I went down to the door with him.
"I'm not going mad, am I? Can you hear someone sleeping in there?"
He was right. Someone was asleep in there. It could only have been him.
(LongJohnBaldry, Mon 15 Aug 2011, 12:23, Reply)