Scary Housemate(s)
When I was 20 in my first year of flatting, one of my flatmates decided that they wanted to go home for the summer break - and thus would find a suitable person to sub-let their room whilst they were gone.

Fine, thought I - said flatmate was a bit of a ginger psycho (Oh My GAWWWD! Who the f*** has put the CAN-OPENER in the sink AGAIN?!?! I can't BELIEVE it, F***ing usedless.... etc, etc) - so I was somewhat pleased at this turn of events.

Until the day after she leaves when her boyfriend informs me that the replacement flattie will be a 40 year old bloke. Ok, ok... not so bad - wait there's more.

Who's been in jail for over half of his life...

rrrright.... so he's now moved out of his 'reforming' accomodation and is 'safe' enough to live with the general public. This would almost be not so bad if the one other existing housemate of mine wasnt' known by the name of PeeWee (for obvious reasons that he was not exactly the most macho woman-protector that one would hope for).

Hmmm, in hindsight now though, he wasn't actually as bad as the original gobby ginger housemate - he was a quiet type (watch out for those, they're always listening) and was extremely immaculately tidy (and not just by student standards). He did have some weird teardrop tattoos on his face though which I still don't know the meaning of, nor sure if I want to know.

One day he ran away with PeeWee's sleeping bag. Just ran off and never came back. Bit odd. And didn't attend his court appearance...

Not such an interesting story as I'd hoped but I'm a longsuffering lurker and finally felt I might have something to contribute.... Apologies for length, etc
(scratchy, Tue 30 Aug 2005, 14:47, Reply)