my last landlord and his snivelling daughter
imagine this! you're aged eighteen, living away from home for the first time ever and you don't know much about renting a house for yourself. now imagine that someone has been living in the city for six years, and seems trustworthy, suggests that you rent a house off their dad. apparently, £70 a week is really good money, good houses go really quickly and he'll only ask for £100 deposit.

so the seven of us move into a nice house in the crookesmoor area. we are very trusting... why not? what kind of human being would willingly move into an over priced dump?

the kind of miserable bitch who hardly spends any time at home.

1. three of the rooms were uninhabitable for four months. when we asked the landlord for money off, as promised, he denied all knowledge of this offer (or our basic rights as tenants)

2. when we looked around the house, all the rooms were decently furnished. when we moved in, all of the decent furniture had mysteriously been moved to his daughter's beautifully decorated room. it turned out there was not enough furniture to go around because a sneaky extra bedroom had been fitted in to accommodate us all. i never had curtains and my desk was a cabinet.

3. my house mate broke his bed and got charged for the damage (fair play!) ... but the landlord waited until we had left before he fixed the bed. which meant that my house mate ended up sleeping on the floor for weeks.

4. we got our deposit back six months after we left the house because he decided to go abroad.

5. as it turns out, it was NOT a good price for the area. i know i should have done my own research, but how bad is charming people into an over priced place just because it belongs to your dad? especially a bunch of terrified freshers who think you are their friend.

6. as we quickly found out, we werent the only tenants. RATS AHOY!

7. when it rained, water came down the chimney so we ended up shoving a large plastic box underneath so the kitchen wouldnt flood.

8. another house mate agreed with the landlord that his latest rent would come in a week late (im not sure why but they agreed). a couple of days later, after an argument about the washing up, the daughter threatened this house mate with a lateness charge.

9. our university did a special scheme for really badly off students. im not talking ema / bursary stuff. im talking "you're struggling to eat because you're also supporting a family" kind of thing. obviously, the landlord owned a load of properties so his income must have been pretty high. four holidays a year kind of thing. his daughter was always dragging shopping bags through the house and she owned a car, a boat, a horse etc. but her mother had buggered off somewhere and was living off benefits. so daughter claims she lives with mother and sends a heart wrenching story to the people who run this special scheme. they accept her and publish her letter on the site for next year's students.

this might not sound so bad. people are always claiming stuff like this for ema and bursary. except they only had 30 places... and then that was it. and out of everyone i knew at university, she was the wealthiest. and she had probably robbed this money off someone who really needed it.

better stop... blood pressure riiiiiiiising... so yes, these two would definitely be my archnemisises
(ladyintheradiator, Mon 3 May 2010, 0:09, 3 replies)

Crookesmoor is a nice area though.
(Bramo plotting to take over the world since, Mon 3 May 2010, 9:16, closed)

it is if you're talking about sheffield.

but you can get houses for much less which are nicer and actually insulated. im living in one such house right now.
(ladyintheradiator, Mon 3 May 2010, 18:59, closed)

Phil H's landlord
Phil H was the first tenant in a duplex. The landlord, with two teenage daughters lived in the other half.

Phil got a thumping big electric bill and after asking and being told it was correct, paid it. He'd never paid one before so didn't know. But when the second one, equally large, came he consulted a final year electrical apprentice friend. "Too high" said the friend and when the landlord took his family to the beach one weekend the friend looked over the circuits. The landlord's hot water system was wired to Phil's meter.

So they spent an hour or two re-wiring it. "Stuff him" said Phil. The landlord said nothing.
(Redemption blamed it on the Bossa Nova since, Mon 3 May 2010, 13:11, closed)