I once made the mistake of living in a bedsit, with a 50 quid deposit
To set the scene, it was the early 90s in Brighton (when it was a cheap place full of gayers, druggies, excentrics, and the clinically insane, rather than the home for white collar workers who can't hack London/Barley by sea it is now). My closest neighbour, well I didn't realise that she was mad, untill my Landlord asked me how I was getting on with her, to which I replied: 'fine, she seems to have loads of mates, shes allways on the phone to them' to which there was a long pause, and the landlord calmly said 'ahh, there is no phone line in the room' (this being in the days before affordable mobiles). She used to have an imaginary lover in the shower called 'Wayne'. Unfortunately the shower room was directly above my room. She also used to dress in full on heavy winter gear, irrespective of the heat/cold outside causing local shop owners in the heat of summer to visably wince when they saw her. Just before she got sectioned, she and the junkie who lived upstairs (just got back from india, took so much acid that he got into smack to sort his head out) used to have terrible fights outside my door. When she moved out, a skinhead from Crawley moved in 'to avoid the heat'. He was quite quiet, but when I was invited in for a smoke, the first thing I noticed was the handgun on the sofa, to which I quickly agreed that 'no I hadn't seen it either'.

However the neighbour from hell out was the cheeky scouser who suplemented his income support by selling the white, and the brown. I'm 99% certain that him or one of his mates burglarised my room. I was invited in for a smoke at about 3am (well ok, ordered to share my weed with him). What greeted my eyes was a scene from a Chanel 4 docudrama. Him, and his mate were pacing up and down with their shirts off, talking loudly, occasionally stopping for a line of charlie. In the dead centre of the room was a sofa, with a 2 year old sat upon it. Wide awake and bored out of her skull, being completly ignored untill out of sheer boredom she started painting herself with her food. This caused said skaggy scouser's mate (apparently the father) to explode with rage, no physial violence but alot of shouting. A couple of weeks later Mr Scally was taken away by the police, only to re-ermerge a couple of days later. Unfortunately I was the only person to answer the door, he then threatened me with a large knife, so I hid in my room, with my finger hovering over the 9 key on the phone. I came down stairs the next morning to see the door and various bits of pannelling in his room (well the door was open) had been completely stripped.

yeah, lenght girth issues I know
(ohmyliver, Wed 31 Aug 2005, 14:05, Reply)