"A complaint had been made about your behaviour"
oohh bugger.

The letter arrived though the door of my halls of residence" room...

Now although though I did share my room with John: literally the son of a preacher-man and potentailly the nicest guy on the planet. He got one aswell.

After a rief wander, it appeared tat 6 oof us had got letters asking us to meet the student liason officer, regarding complaints about our conduct/behaviour. Much collective crapping of pants ensued.

I was the last to meet the "officer" that day, and hadn't had a chance to talk to the others before-hand.. I, a mere lad of 19 was a wee bit worried... the letter had droned on about how this could effect my university career.

Walk in, Sit down... and the guy says "Tell me about Brian" ....*and relax*

"Paranoid Schizophrenic" sayd I.

"hmm.. you're not the first to use that phrase" he said..

"goodness?? really?? maybe thta's because he's a dangerous nutter, and shouldn't be left un-guarded at nights!!"

Brian was a lad with whom we shared floor 13 of the Central Services Building at our university. Brian had a slight nervous tick when he arrived, we thought nothing of it.. He always seemed a little withdrawn, but he was a quiet sensitiv lad, so that was ok too.

Then it started to go wrong. We'd all be in the kitchen as ususal, and Brian would sidle along the wall, twitching as he went, until he could peer through the door. He'd ask why we'd been
talkign about him.. erm.. we hadn't been..

Many things like this happened, but it came to a head on one sunday night.

Many people had been away. lots of us were crowded into Neil's room playing Tekken 2 (for it was new and
spangly) and Brian was shouting.

To outline a long and rather wierd rant, Brian *KNEW* that people had been gone over the weekend purely to spread rumours about him.
How did he know this?.. The trees and the hills told him.

I shit you not.

Later in the evening he tried to break down a guy's door, and when that failed he then cornered me in the lift - at knifepoint - and made me swear that I'd stop spreading rumours. I might have made a false confession and sworn to never spread any more, then apologiesed profusely... (Did i mention that Brian was a big bloke?) ... I might have done all that, but to be honest I don't remeber: I was too busy trying to stop myself from parking my lunch in my underpants.

Brian left the university for a couple of years, only to return with a bigger twitch. We gave him a wide berth.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Mon 9 Apr 2007, 8:01, Reply)