not so much a housemate from hell as an oportunity to mock the differently abled
four friends in a five-bed house: the only option is to advertise. we duly do so, and receive a total of one applicant (perhaps we didn't market as well as we might have done...).

interview arranged, he arrives at the door, right hand stuffed in his pocket. trying to be the friendly host, i answer the door and offer my own right for shaking in full "hail fellow, well met" fashion, to be greeted by a crooked claw of beadle-esque proportions. not a problem in itself, but having introduced the newbie to my remaining housemates, one of the first questions was, "so, do you play any instruments...?"

as the only applicant he had to move in, but this was not the best of starts to a relationship that went steadily downhill from this point...
( hubris, Sun 8 Apr 2007, 2:06, Reply)