I've lived in a few houses with a few people
In brief here are some of them:

Jason 'thieving cunt' Pope (real name) - He at first seemed alright, but had a tendency to laugh at very shit jokes, burn his food and steal mine. The food stealing escalated into personal theft and i later got revenge by pissing into his blackcurrant juice and kicking his SKY dish off his roof.
He later stole a fellow housemate's DJ equipment THE DAY HE MOVED OUT... CUNT.

Big, fat, scouse Dave - A middle class twat, a bully in a suit and a complete prick.
He talked to everyone like he was still in the office and assumed because he had some high-class position in his line of work, and that he deserved instant respect from us lowly forms.

He once accused me of 'stealing his spoons so i could eat my pot noodles at work'... despite the fact that i hate pot noodles and i always bought my own food and i was under the impression that you ate pot noodles with a fork. One of my work mates later had a fight with him and neither me nor big, fat,scouse Dave spoke to each other in the house for about three months. Except when he told me off for using 'his spoon to make that cup of tea'. Twat.

Nutter 1: - I can't remember his name and i didn't really speak to him, but i loved him for the sole fact that Biig-fat-scouse-Dave once awoke to find nutter 1 rooting through his personal belongings whilst he was sleeping. When big-fat-scouse-dave asked him what he was doing, the nutter guy replied 'I'm not sure' and walked out. They never mentioned the incident again, but funnily enough i never got accused of stealing anything again either.

Daz - Insane, but one of the funniest guys on the planet. Words cannot express what a pleasure it was to live with this guy and he kept me sane when BFSD tried to ruin my life with his accusations of spoon-theft.

Tim - Another crazy bastard. He built himself a bed out of old crates, tarpaulin and netting. He once tried to climb into the refrigerator whilst drunk. He had a habit of smashing up his musical instruments in the pretense that he was Keith Moon.... don't ask.

Foster - Dope dealer, compulsive liar and conspiracy theorist, but top bloke. I think he believes Princess Diana was a lizard or something.

Baggy - A great, great guy who allowed me to live on his couch when the going got tough after a bad split up with an ex Mrs Lizard.
Although he was quite possibly the messiest person i have EVER met, despite the fact he was a cool guy and always looked strangely smart in his suit. His bedroom was horrendous, the bath contained a dead pigeon and there were chicken bones scattered across the kitchen floor. Yet he managed to hold down a great job and always dressed very smartly.

Colin - My current housemate. Addicted to world of warcraft and allowed a beautiful girl to slip out of his life due to his habit. Good enough guy though.

Nutter 2: - Can't remember his name, but he was about twenty five and had no teeth. I would always seem to pass him on the stairs and he always seemed to be in posession of a bowl of sponge cake and custard. I think he may have been a druggie, but he left me alone.

Loads more.... but i simply don't have the time.
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 17:59, 2 replies)

hee hee
I enjoyed reading these, find the time and write more.

I will finance your memoirs if you call them "A Compendium of Nutters"
(Roopy all is not what it seams, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 22:11, closed)

Deal
I'll post more later under that title :)
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Wed 4 Mar 2009, 11:53, closed)