adrian addendum
my conscience dictates i must take some heat off adrian, the crusty that made my sofa smell.

(if only because, when heated he would smell of landfill... rotting nanas and such)

he was really only one part of the issue. extreme laziness on the part of the other tenants featured heavilly in turning 'newton road' into a total hole. I must hold my hands and accept joint shame.

the toilet.
someone flushed a bog roll down it at a party. hahaha very funny. flatmate with no sense of smell put his arm around the blocked u bend to retrive the wad of piss and puke enlarged tissue. wouldnt have been so bad, but we didnt get told until an hour after the roll was flushed. killed the carpet.

the living room.
due to a day that consisted of star trek deep space nine, skunk, occasionally college or some agency work to fund previously mentioned skunk, it was inevitable that the communal living space with stinky sofa should become neglected regards cleaning. we realised something would have to be done when one night two of us waded thru the detritus to bed.

waded.

tesco value lager cans, malteaser wrappers, upturned ash trays, pot noodles old and new - uneaten and regurgitated all added to camoflage the carpet. im still not sure what colour it was.

the kitchen

the washing up was left for a year. a whole calendar year. when i moved out i took my pots and such and cleaned them with a high pressure hose in my girlfriends garden.

rancid.

good to test the limits of human endurance occasionally.

(this is also the house that gave me a long lasting impression that gay men never wash, have awful body odour and bad teeth. now i realise it was just blowers. i think he was only pretending for attention anyway.)

length. i leved there for far too long. just plain rancid
(magictorch, Fri 23 Mar 2007, 15:44, Reply)