I suspect
that if any of my former housemates are b3tans I'll feature quite heavily on this one - until recently I've been quite a slob, but have recently resolved to sort my act out. Anyway, I'll leave it to them to fil in the details on that.

My housemate story concerns a very nice, but thick as pigshit, lass in Swansea. This girl was a classic image-obsessed loon: platinum-dyed hair, fake tan a gogo, dieted constantly and ineffectually. She was a nice-sized girl anyway, but always wanted to shed a few pounds.

The way she chose to do this, however, was slightly unconventional. She'd picked up the idea that, as most breakfast cereal is advertised as containing loads of "vitamins and healthy stuff, innit?", and low fat, she would eat nothing else. I did point out that this wasn't nutritionally ideal, but left her to it.

She decided to go with Frosties.

The same girl worked in the radiography department of the hospital, a place you might expect even a receptionist to pick up the rudimentary dangers of over-exposing oneself to potentially harmful radiation. The dominant feature of her room was a sunbed - yes, her own sunbed - which she used EVERY DAY.

By now she's probably the colour of mahogany and has no teeth. Oh well.
( wynoh kills threads by his mere presence, Tue 10 Apr 2007, 11:32, Reply)