Deja Vu?
Have a feeling I've posted this before on a multitude of similar QoTW's but hell, I'm at work, I'm scoffing the "Night Shift Managers Wine"(many bottles in our office fridge) so...

Many years ago, in pre-Fred West Gloucester, I shared a 4 person house with three other persons.

Now, I kept myself to myself. The prostitute who lived in the room next to mine just tended to rest there and kept her business elsewhere.

Upstairs was a whole different story. Two Chris's. Aussie Chris and uptight whole lotta angst Chris - who developed a huge antipathy towards each other.

So it came to pass that someone dobbed Aussie Chris's unacceptable behaviour (Shite music at 4 in the morning etc.) to Lilac Derek the world's gayest landlord.

Aussie Chris was duly evicted and, on his last day, broke into Uptight Chris's room and - well, frankly - deposited a mighty stool on the turntable of his stereo, then set it going.

Needless to say myself and the prostitute were hugely amused by this - asking our uptight friend if the turntable was playing at 33 and a turd etc - when it was actually us who'd dobbed the Aussie for disturbing her well earned sleep and my shift patterns.

A lot later we found out that Aussie Chris had got ten miles down the road before his cherised ex-GPO van spluttered to a halt due to 'Ol uptight emptying a bag of sugar into the diesel tank.

Ho Ho! None of your slippery foreign types in Gloucester thank you. That showed 'em.
( The Disappointed Caravanner of the year, Fri 27 Apr 2007, 23:20, Reply)