Weird Flatmate

Helen from Sydney sent me a tale overnight about a weird flatmate that she once lived with that existed on a diet of the bubbly stuff....

"The first day that my ex flatmate moved in, he brought with him 3 cartons of 5 months overdue fanta. For the month he stayed at the flat, he only things he lived on was the overdue fanta and the occasional rum. He also claimed that he doesn't know how to hang clothes up and used to leave his hair on top of my washing machine. When I asked him to clean it up, he scraped up his hair and threw it over the balcony. ewww! :S"

Now a diet of Fanta alone can't be good for you, and coupled with the fact that this guy was an absolute slob as well, I'm not surprised that he only lasted a month there. So it got me to thinking about how long we live with weird flatmates. What's the shortest amount of time that you've lived with a weirdo? Let me know by leaving a comment below or sending me your story.

--------

Posted by davidw at 10:53 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Helen from Sydney sent me a tale overnight about a weird flatmate that she once lived with that existed on a diet of the bubbly stuff....

"The first day that my ex flatmate moved in, he brought with him 3 cartons of 5 months overdue fanta. For the month he stayed at the flat, he only things he lived on was the overdue fanta and the occasional rum. He also claimed that he doesn't know how to hang clothes up and used to leave his hair on top of my washing machine. When I asked him to clean it up, he scraped up his hair and threw it over the balcony. ewww! :S"

Now a diet of Fanta alone can't be good for you, and coupled with the fact that this guy was an absolute slob as well, I'm not surprised that he only lasted a month there. So it got me to thinking about how long we live with weird flatmates. What's the shortest amount of time that you've lived with a weirdo? Let me know by leaving a comment below or sending me your story.

Posted by davidw at 10:53 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Ever lived with someone who fancied themselves as a bit of a Chef? Lorelle sent in the story below about her Pasta Guy....

"My first experience of living with an unknown housemate was in Melboune "Oz" with a Lithuanian guy who fancied himself as a great pasta chef. He truly believed that the only way to test the spaghetti was 'al denté' was to throw it at the wall and see if it stuck there sufficiently!! Unfortunately he wasn't nearly so particular about removing the weeks of dead spag FROM the wall!! UUuurrgghh!!"

Now I'm not sure what's wrong with throwing the spaghetti at the wall to make sure it's done, but I draw the line at leaving it there for weeks on end....

Posted by davidw at 01:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Ever lived with someone who fancied themselves as a bit of a Chef? Lorelle sent in the story below about her Pasta Guy....

"My first experience of living with an unknown housemate was in Melboune "Oz" with a Lithuanian guy who fancied himself as a great pasta chef. He truly believed that the only way to test the spaghetti was 'al denté' was to throw it at the wall and see if it stuck there sufficiently!! Unfortunately he wasn't nearly so particular about removing the weeks of dead spag FROM the wall!! UUuurrgghh!!"

Now I'm not sure what's wrong with throwing the spaghetti at the wall to make sure it's done, but I draw the line at leaving it there for weeks on end....

Posted by davidw at 01:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

By the sounds of it, mixing flatmates and food can often give weird results. Minnie from somewhere in Australia left this comment overnight about what her flatmate used the kettle for....

My (ex)flatmate used to cook 2-minute noodles by boiling the kettle with the noodles inside it. The worst part was he wouldn’t clean the kettle afterwards and there would be all these cooked noodle strands stuck to the element and the sides. Gross!

I would never have thought of using the kettle that way - that is really disgusting, especially if they never cleaned it. And I'm guessing that tea just doesn't taste the same...

Posted by davidw at 07:16 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

By the sounds of it, mixing flatmates and food can often give weird results. Minnie from somewhere in Australia left this comment overnight about what her flatmate used the kettle for....

My (ex)flatmate used to cook 2-minute noodles by boiling the kettle with the noodles inside it. The worst part was he wouldn’t clean the kettle afterwards and there would be all these cooked noodle strands stuck to the element and the sides. Gross!

I would never have thought of using the kettle that way - that is really disgusting, especially if they never cleaned it. And I'm guessing that tea just doesn't taste the same...

Posted by davidw at 07:16 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Samantha left a comment before about a pathetic flatmate that she once shared a house with who had the worst taste in food...

"I had a flatmate who gave herself £4 challenge — survive on £4 a day. She lived on scotch eggs and wondered why she was getting zits?!? We all thought she was poor - hence the pathetic challenge. The irony was she earnt the most. I don’t think her tightarse appreciated the daily dose of eggs!"

I can only imagine the stench in that house after eating nothing but eggs.....

Have you ever lived with someone who has weird eating habits? Let me know and the best comments will get their 15 seconds of fame right here!

Posted by davidw at 10:06 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Samantha left a comment before about a pathetic flatmate that she once shared a house with who had the worst taste in food...

"I had a flatmate who gave herself £4 challenge — survive on £4 a day. She lived on scotch eggs and wondered why she was getting zits?!? We all thought she was poor - hence the pathetic challenge. The irony was she earnt the most. I don’t think her tightarse appreciated the daily dose of eggs!"

I can only imagine the stench in that house after eating nothing but eggs.....

Have you ever lived with someone who has weird eating habits? Let me know and the best comments will get their 15 seconds of fame right here!

Posted by davidw at 10:06 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Seems like more than a few of you have been weirded out by different odours that either come from your flatmates, or their rooms....

Andrew from Australia writes "My story isn't about sleeping with a flatmate but a friends flatmate used to have a boyfriend over on a regular basis and if you walked past her bedroom you could smell "sex" coming from the room the next day."

Gillian from Glasgow sent this smelly story, "My flatmate in 1st year at uni used to get up at odd times, never seemed to go to uni, but was hardly ever in. She didn't like to talk to us and when she did it was always forced chat. She didn't really have any smell, but her bedroom was on the end of the hall and stank to the high heavens of feet and odour. I don't think never opening her window helped her much. Her friends were a bit odd as well, but not quite to the same extent.

Have you ever lived with a stinky flatmate. What was the smell and what did you do about it? Leave a comment or send it in!

Posted by davidw at 10:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Seems like more than a few of you have been weirded out by different odours that either come from your flatmates, or their rooms....

Andrew from Australia writes "My story isn't about sleeping with a flatmate but a friends flatmate used to have a boyfriend over on a regular basis and if you walked past her bedroom you could smell "sex" coming from the room the next day."

Gillian from Glasgow sent this smelly story, "My flatmate in 1st year at uni used to get up at odd times, never seemed to go to uni, but was hardly ever in. She didn't like to talk to us and when she did it was always forced chat. She didn't really have any smell, but her bedroom was on the end of the hall and stank to the high heavens of feet and odour. I don't think never opening her window helped her much. Her friends were a bit odd as well, but not quite to the same extent.

Have you ever lived with a stinky flatmate. What was the smell and what did you do about it? Leave a comment or send it in!

Posted by davidw at 10:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Lou submitted a very strange tale to me today about a man obsessed by security....

"I used to house-share with an actor (not saying who) who was very strange indeed. He was obsessed by security and even went so far as to remove the door-handle from the outside of his door every night as he locked himself into his room for the evening. I even heard that when I moved out he erected a garden shed in my old room and worked from inside it!!! Good site - currently looking to live somewhere on my own! Regards, Lou."

How weird is this guy?

--------

Posted by davidw at 10:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Lou submitted a very strange tale to me today about a man obsessed by security....

"I used to house-share with an actor (not saying who) who was very strange indeed. He was obsessed by security and even went so far as to remove the door-handle from the outside of his door every night as he locked himself into his room for the evening. I even heard that when I moved out he erected a garden shed in my old room and worked from inside it!!! Good site - currently looking to live somewhere on my own! Regards, Lou."

How weird is this guy?

Posted by davidw at 10:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Peter W left a comment on the post about ending up in a flatmates bed and I think it's a corker! What he wants to know (and me too) is how many of you out there have lost your virginity to a flatmate?

Let me know by leaving a comment or send me your story!

Posted by davidw at 10:27 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)

Peter W left a comment on the post about ending up in a flatmates bed and I think it's a corker! What he wants to know (and me too) is how many of you out there have lost your virginity to a flatmate?

Let me know by leaving a comment or send me your story!

Posted by davidw at 10:27 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)

Pets seem to elicit a strong response from you all with lots of stories about why pet owners can be weird as flatmates...

Natasha from West Midlands said that her weirdest flatmate was "The woman with her 12 cats. We started out with 5 cats, but unfortunately they bred into 12 cats which made it for me time to leave. They weren't allowed outside, so you may guess where they had their accidents. And we had a problems in that house with mice as well. They all slept in her bedroom, yugh!"

Leona from London sent in this comment about her feline flatmate. "She also had an elderly cat who used to fill up litter trays in the kitchen (yum) and she was too lazy to clean them so it was up to me. When I went on holiday, she left them dirty for two weeks in a London heatwave...I could smell the flat coming down the street...it was time to leave..."

Charlie from the UK mentions that one of his flatmates used to let their cat lick the butter! Gross!

Personally I think pets can make great flatmates - they won't steal your clothes, your girl/boy friends and if they are well trained, they rarely make a mess. Got any weirdo pets and flatmates stories?

Posted by davidw at 03:43 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Pets seem to elicit a strong response from you all with lots of stories about why pet owners can be weird as flatmates...

Natasha from West Midlands said that her weirdest flatmate was "The woman with her 12 cats. We started out with 5 cats, but unfortunately they bred into 12 cats which made it for me time to leave. They weren't allowed outside, so you may guess where they had their accidents. And we had a problems in that house with mice as well. They all slept in her bedroom, yugh!"

Leona from London sent in this comment about her feline flatmate. "She also had an elderly cat who used to fill up litter trays in the kitchen (yum) and she was too lazy to clean them so it was up to me. When I went on holiday, she left them dirty for two weeks in a London heatwave...I could smell the flat coming down the street...it was time to leave..."

Charlie from the UK mentions that one of his flatmates used to let their cat lick the butter! Gross!

Personally I think pets can make great flatmates - they won't steal your clothes, your girl/boy friends and if they are well trained, they rarely make a mess. Got any weirdo pets and flatmates stories?

Posted by davidw at 03:43 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

When realestate.com.au & propertyfinder.com asked you guys to fill in a survey about weird flatmates, I was surprised that so many people responded about going through their flatmates stuff....

Jacinta from Greater London got the giggles when she went rummaging. "A vibrator. Clearly opened and I guess used. She was single. I was immature and found it really funny".

Spying on his flatmate turned up hidden polaroids says Jamie of London, "Another flatmate of mine - I saw all these pictures of him and his girlfriend doing nasty things."

Nell from South Hampton was disgusted by what she found when she went snooping. "Because he was so weird me and the other flat mates went through his clothes drawer and wish we hadn't as it was full of dirty (really dirty) underwear both male and female. Come to think of it I don't remember him ever washing his clothes."

And finally Lola from North London reports that when she went looking through her flatmates stuff, she found all sorts of things. "Rotten food under the bed, lots of s&m stuff hidden everywhere, my mail in one of her drawers, piles of used condoms on the bedside table."

I don't know about you, but I like my privacy and the idea of flatmates going through my stuff makes me crazy. What do you think? Have you ever snooped? What did you find?

Posted by davidw at 02:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

When realestate.com.au & propertyfinder.com asked you guys to fill in a survey about weird flatmates, I was surprised that so many people responded about going through their flatmates stuff....

Jacinta from Greater London got the giggles when she went rummaging. "A vibrator. Clearly opened and I guess used. She was single. I was immature and found it really funny".

Spying on his flatmate turned up hidden polaroids says Jamie of London, "Another flatmate of mine - I saw all these pictures of him and his girlfriend doing nasty things."

Nell from South Hampton was disgusted by what she found when she went snooping. "Because he was so weird me and the other flat mates went through his clothes drawer and wish we hadn't as it was full of dirty (really dirty) underwear both male and female. Come to think of it I don't remember him ever washing his clothes."

And finally Lola from North London reports that when she went looking through her flatmates stuff, she found all sorts of things. "Rotten food under the bed, lots of s&m stuff hidden everywhere, my mail in one of her drawers, piles of used condoms on the bedside table."

I don't know about you, but I like my privacy and the idea of flatmates going through my stuff makes me crazy. What do you think? Have you ever snooped? What did you find?

Posted by davidw at 02:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Many of the responses we had to the survey were about the consequences of hooking up with a flatmate. Some were good, others not so good....

Cheryl from Greater London said that "Nothing too interesting happened (besides the usual).. but it was in the first week of me moving in and I was hopelessly drunk (my welcome to the house party)... needless to say the next 12 months were fairly akward."

Leon, also from Greater London, must've thought he'd died and gone to heaven with this living arrangement. "Our bedroom doors overlooked each others, so we both knew when the other wanted sex, as we'd be able to see each other from within our own rooms. The relationship lasted 2 years."

Tamara from West London didn't have much luck after her tryst, managing to offend the rest of her house. She says "The other people in the house would not talk to us, and one of the women cut up a dress she had given me". Catty!

Kathryn from London didn't have much luck either and sent in this tale of woe. "It all went wrong. we slept together, thought we were friends beforehand - but we stopped talking and never really spoke again. It just went weird!"

So what's the verdict - yay or nay for sleeping with flatmates? Have you done it? What happened? Leave a comment or send it in to me and I'll post the best responses here!

Posted by davidw at 01:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Many of the responses we had to the survey were about the consequences of hooking up with a flatmate. Some were good, others not so good....

Cheryl from Greater London said that "Nothing too interesting happened (besides the usual).. but it was in the first week of me moving in and I was hopelessly drunk (my welcome to the house party)... needless to say the next 12 months were fairly akward."

Leon, also from Greater London, must've thought he'd died and gone to heaven with this living arrangement. "Our bedroom doors overlooked each others, so we both knew when the other wanted sex, as we'd be able to see each other from within our own rooms. The relationship lasted 2 years."

Tamara from West London didn't have much luck after her tryst, managing to offend the rest of her house. She says "The other people in the house would not talk to us, and one of the women cut up a dress she had given me". Catty!

Kathryn from London didn't have much luck either and sent in this tale of woe. "It all went wrong. we slept together, thought we were friends beforehand - but we stopped talking and never really spoke again. It just went weird!"

So what's the verdict - yay or nay for sleeping with flatmates? Have you done it? What happened? Leave a comment or send it in to me and I'll post the best responses here!

Posted by davidw at 01:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Some of the stuff you guys have sent in about your weird flatmates has been making me hide under the doona and afraid of living with anyone again. There are some real freaks out there, like this one that Dino from London let me know about...

"Apart from growing his own drugs, and having a very intense personality, it turn out that he used to be hooked on herion, and to feed his habit he had turn to crime, robbed a post office, been sent to prison for 2 years".

Emma from South West London tells this slightly scary story about her one of her old flatmates. "In around April 2002 I moved into a house with 3 guys. Everything was going ok until one evening one particular housemate went on a mad rant after his usual 2 hours drinking cheap cider and smoking in the garden. He believed he knew what Saddam Hussein was thinking, and that he would know if I had been talking about him, of this discussion. He called me the Devil's child. He was obsessed with the idea I was having an affair with another housemate when I wasn't. At one point I thought he was going to get extremely violent after a drinking session. Once, when after accidentally slamming the front door too loud as I was leaving for work in the morning, he retaliated by stomping up and down the stairs in the middle of the night to wake me up but in the process, he woke everyone else up in the house and not just me".

"He would have paranoid delusions and then wake me up at 3am with heavy metal music. After a week we came to blows and I begged the university to find me another room in the halls of residence.", tells Phil from North London.

Weird or scary - what do you think? Let me know about any scary people that you've flatted with and I'll post the details here!

Posted by davidw at 01:30 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Some of the stuff you guys have sent in about your weird flatmates has been making me hide under the doona and afraid of living with anyone again. There are some real freaks out there, like this one that Dino from London let me know about...

"Apart from growing his own drugs, and having a very intense personality, it turn out that he used to be hooked on herion, and to feed his habit he had turn to crime, robbed a post office, been sent to prison for 2 years".

Emma from South West London tells this slightly scary story about her one of her old flatmates. "In around April 2002 I moved into a house with 3 guys. Everything was going ok until one evening one particular housemate went on a mad rant after his usual 2 hours drinking cheap cider and smoking in the garden. He believed he knew what Saddam Hussein was thinking, and that he would know if I had been talking about him, of this discussion. He called me the Devil's child. He was obsessed with the idea I was having an affair with another housemate when I wasn't. At one point I thought he was going to get extremely violent after a drinking session. Once, when after accidentally slamming the front door too loud as I was leaving for work in the morning, he retaliated by stomping up and down the stairs in the middle of the night to wake me up but in the process, he woke everyone else up in the house and not just me".

"He would have paranoid delusions and then wake me up at 3am with heavy metal music. After a week we came to blows and I begged the university to find me another room in the halls of residence.", tells Phil from North London.

Weird or scary - what do you think? Let me know about any scary people that you've flatted with and I'll post the details here!

Posted by davidw at 01:30 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Dealing with others peculiarities can test the patience of even the most together person as Rachael from North West London discovered...

"My flatmate was a penny pincher and took a screwdriver to the central heating system so we could not turn it on, so I had to go buy a screwdriver to fix it everytime he did it. Meanwhile, when the heat was on we caught him drying his thermal underwear (long johns) on the radiator!!"

However John from Greater London doesn't think his story is about a weird flatmate - more odd he says. His flatmate "lived a nocturnal existence 'gaming' and then stupid thing started to disappear such as kitchen utensils etc..... We found out that he hated power outages! So every now and then we would remove the fuses... he eventually moved out to a 'more stable house'."

Well that's one way to get rid of someone you don't want to keep living with. What's the worst thing that you've done to get someone to move out who otherwise couldn't take a hint to go?

--------

Posted by davidw at 12:39 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Dealing with others peculiarities can test the patience of even the most together person as Rachael from North West London discovered...

"My flatmate was a penny pincher and took a screwdriver to the central heating system so we could not turn it on, so I had to go buy a screwdriver to fix it everytime he did it. Meanwhile, when the heat was on we caught him drying his thermal underwear (long johns) on the radiator!!"

However John from Greater London doesn't think his story is about a weird flatmate - more odd he says. His flatmate "lived a nocturnal existence 'gaming' and then stupid thing started to disappear such as kitchen utensils etc..... We found out that he hated power outages! So every now and then we would remove the fuses... he eventually moved out to a 'more stable house'."

Well that's one way to get rid of someone you don't want to keep living with. What's the worst thing that you've done to get someone to move out who otherwise couldn't take a hint to go?

Posted by davidw at 12:39 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Over the years I've heard all sorts of strange stories about what people do with the most ordinary of household items, but one story that has me baffled is this odd story sent in by Liv from East Anglia...

"I kept on finding clothes pegs floating in the toilet bowl. It was just the 2 of us, and it certainly wasn't me leaving them there, but she continually denied it... to this day I have no idea what she was doing with them, and I don't know whether I want to."

Any ideas? It's got me scratching my head...

Posted by davidw at 11:47 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Over the years I've heard all sorts of strange stories about what people do with the most ordinary of household items, but one story that has me baffled is this odd story sent in by Liv from East Anglia...

"I kept on finding clothes pegs floating in the toilet bowl. It was just the 2 of us, and it certainly wasn't me leaving them there, but she continually denied it... to this day I have no idea what she was doing with them, and I don't know whether I want to."

Any ideas? It's got me scratching my head...

Posted by davidw at 11:47 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I still can't believe how weird some people can be but going through the survey results it seems some flatmates are obsessive about locks....

One of the strangest tales comes from Becky in Greater London who writes "I lived with three people. One only ate brocolli and strawberry yoghurt (together). She locked herself in her room and spoke to no one. The other girl used to take things from my room - like my TV and video and lock herself in her room and fly into a mega rage if I dared ask for it back. Actually she flew into a rage if you did anything, said anything to her or touched anything of hers (including the outside of her kitchen cupboard). The bloke just stood outside smoking all the time and only ever eat pizza. He never really spoke to any of unless he was very drunk." What a house of weirdos...

Zoe, also from Greater London, writes her friend once "discovered that her flatmate who always padlocked his room was carrying out a fraudulent business on the sly in his bedroom. After he disappeared one day, the police came round!"

There must be something in the water in Greater London cause Lala has a similar story about someone she once lived with. "He was very weird and used to lock his room every time he went out of it, even to get a glass of water in the kitchen."

I wonder what he was hiding in there? Ever had a flatmate who locks themselves away? What were they trying to conceal? Leave a comment and I'll publish the best responses!

Posted by davidw at 10:43 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

I still can't believe how weird some people can be but going through the survey results it seems some flatmates are obsessive about locks....

One of the strangest tales comes from Becky in Greater London who writes "I lived with three people. One only ate brocolli and strawberry yoghurt (together). She locked herself in her room and spoke to no one. The other girl used to take things from my room - like my TV and video and lock herself in her room and fly into a mega rage if I dared ask for it back. Actually she flew into a rage if you did anything, said anything to her or touched anything of hers (including the outside of her kitchen cupboard). The bloke just stood outside smoking all the time and only ever eat pizza. He never really spoke to any of unless he was very drunk." What a house of weirdos...

Zoe, also from Greater London, writes her friend once "discovered that her flatmate who always padlocked his room was carrying out a fraudulent business on the sly in his bedroom. After he disappeared one day, the police came round!"

There must be something in the water in Greater London cause Lala has a similar story about someone she once lived with. "He was very weird and used to lock his room every time he went out of it, even to get a glass of water in the kitchen."

I wonder what he was hiding in there? Ever had a flatmate who locks themselves away? What were they trying to conceal? Leave a comment and I'll publish the best responses!

Posted by davidw at 10:43 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

It seems that for some, what people wear or don't wear can earn them status as a weird flatmate...

Beauty from North West London submitted this tidbit about one of her flatmates. "He liked to walk around naked in the house and l saw him a few time playing with himself when he thought he was alone."

Seems Kristin from South East London had a similar experience with a guy she lived with. "He was creepy, never showered or brushed his teeth and would trll me of all the girls that chat him up, usually very attractive model type girls! He would always walk around the flat in his boxer shorts which was an unsightly image I would rather forget. We had a heated outdoor pool which opens in the summer months and he used to go out in his speedos!"

But it's not just the boys who are swinging about the house in the nude. Sarah from Greater London let me know that she once " had a female flat mate that used to walk around the house naked".

When you live in a share house, do you need to stay covered up? Is it ever acceptable to be naked around your flatmates or is it just plain weird? Let me know by leaving a comment below!

Posted by davidw at 10:28 AM | Permalink | Comments (5)

It seems that for some, what people wear or don't wear can earn them status as a weird flatmate...

Beauty from North West London submitted this tidbit about one of her flatmates. "He liked to walk around naked in the house and l saw him a few time playing with himself when he thought he was alone."

Seems Kristin from South East London had a similar experience with a guy she lived with. "He was creepy, never showered or brushed his teeth and would trll me of all the girls that chat him up, usually very attractive model type girls! He would always walk around the flat in his boxer shorts which was an unsightly image I would rather forget. We had a heated outdoor pool which opens in the summer months and he used to go out in his speedos!"

But it's not just the boys who are swinging about the house in the nude. Sarah from Greater London let me know that she once " had a female flat mate that used to walk around the house naked".

When you live in a share house, do you need to stay covered up? Is it ever acceptable to be naked around your flatmates or is it just plain weird? Let me know by leaving a comment below!

Posted by davidw at 10:28 AM | Permalink | Comments (5)

Collette from South East London has sent in a fruity tale about one of her weird flatmates...

I once shared a house with someone that bought apples for decoration. You were not allowed to eat them; they pollished them daily and replaced them weekly after throwing the other ones away. They also ironed their sheets every day before going to bed, is that weird enough?

Emma from Greater London tells us that she once shared with a girl who "ate nothing but bowls of chopped up apples."

And Gena from the North West of London said that she lived with a woman that kept "A maggoty apple that she was going to take back to the shop and demand a refund on - only she never had time to get to the shop and she refused to throw". Now that's just disgusting....

We all thought she was poor - hence the pathetic challenge. The irony was she earnt the most.

I don't think her tightarse appreciated the daily dose of eggs!

Posted by davidw at 10:07 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Collette from South East London has sent in a fruity tale about one of her weird flatmates...

I once shared a house with someone that bought apples for decoration. You were not allowed to eat them; they pollished them daily and replaced them weekly after throwing the other ones away. They also ironed their sheets every day before going to bed, is that weird enough?

Emma from Greater London tells us that she once shared with a girl who "ate nothing but bowls of chopped up apples."

And Gena from the North West of London said that she lived with a woman that kept "A maggoty apple that she was going to take back to the shop and demand a refund on - only she never had time to get to the shop and she refused to throw". Now that's just disgusting....

Posted by davidw at 10:07 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

It seems those flatmates who like everything to be just so have been given the 'Weird' tag. Emma from London writes that she had a "flatmate at uni who turned into weirdo control freak, havent spoken to her for 5 years.oops!"

Jo, also from London says that she once shared with a guy who was a "total control freak! Everything had to be where he wanted it to be or else he'd go nuts. Weirdo!"

What sort of flatmate are you? Do you like to be in control too? Does that make you weird? Leave your comments and I'll publish the best ones!

--------

Posted by davidw at 09:32 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

It seems those flatmates who like everything to be just so have been given the 'Weird' tag. Emma from London writes that she had a "flatmate at uni who turned into weirdo control freak, havent spoken to her for 5 years.oops!"

Jo, also from London says that she once shared with a guy who was a "total control freak! Everything had to be where he wanted it to be or else he'd go nuts. Weirdo!"

What sort of flatmate are you? Do you like to be in control too? Does that make you weird? Leave your comments and I'll publish the best ones!

Posted by davidw at 09:32 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

For many flatmates, the cleaning seems to be a major cause of friction.

I once lived with a guy who's idea of cleaning up after a dinner party was to hide all the dirty dishes and cutlery in the cupboards until they got stinky and mouldy...

eeewwwwww!! Worst of all was that he'd then deny that he did it and would refuse to clean them! A couple of times he even just threw them out rather than having to clean them. I found a casserole dish inside of an old bread bag that looked like it had been there for years... Needless to say that didn't last long and I moved out shortly thereafter....

If only he had taken the time to wash them down the drain. Such a gross experience.

Posted by davidw at 10:09 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

For many flatmates, the cleaning seems to be a major cause of friction.

I once lived with a guy who's idea of cleaning up after a dinner party was to hide all the dirty dishes and cutlery in the cupboards until they got stinky and mouldy...

Posted by davidw at 10:09 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

According to Michael in Melbourne, Australia, this is a true story about a group of slovenly flatties who encouraged each other to clean their house by playing 'Hide the Poo'...

The game involved one housemate collecting their own poo and hiding it somewhere in the house, announcing to the other three inhabitants that a poo was loose, which was followed by a search, discovery and removal operation.

This game endured many a round, with all poos accounted for until one fateful occasion when one of the male housemates announced that a poo was loose. The other housemates searched high and low for hours to no avail.

Days passed, the fabled hidden poo was not discovered. The three housemates questioned the existence of the poo until one horrifying morning. The female inhabitant awoke, rolled out of bed and headed to the kitchen for some sustenance. She made some toast, removed the margarine from the fridge and buttered a slice. Upon buttering the second slice she noticed that the marge had taken on a different shade, a deep brown mixed with the usual creamy yellow...

After a moment of digging, the appalling truth was uncovered: the poo had been carefully concealed at the bottom of the margarine which had been used regularly since the inception of the round.

If you can beat that story, I'll eat my...

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Michael
EMAIL: mgill@realestate.com.au
DATE: 2006-04-28 11:36:45
The toothpaste hiding is extremely foul.

This well could be a copied myth, but I've got some gross friends who I'd unfortunately believe legitimately played 'Hide the Poo'.

Glad to see it's an international phenomenon though!

Posted by davidw at 12:00 AM | Permalink | Comments (8)

According to Michael in Melbourne, Australia, this is a true story about a group of slovenly flatties who encouraged each other to clean their house by playing 'Hide the Poo'...

The game involved one housemate collecting their own poo and hiding it somewhere in the house, announcing to the other three inhabitants that a poo was loose, which was followed by a search, discovery and removal operation.

This game endured many a round, with all poos accounted for until one fateful occasion when one of the male housemates announced that a poo was loose. The other housemates searched high and low for hours to no avail.

Days passed, the fabled hidden poo was not discovered. The three housemates questioned the existence of the poo until one horrifying morning. The female inhabitant awoke, rolled out of bed and headed to the kitchen for some sustenance. She made some toast, removed the margarine from the fridge and buttered a slice. Upon buttering the second slice she noticed that the marge had taken on a different shade, a deep brown mixed with the usual creamy yellow...

After a moment of digging, the appalling truth was uncovered: the poo had been carefully concealed at the bottom of the margarine which had been used regularly since the inception of the round.

If you can beat that story, I'll eat my...

COMMENT: AUTHOR: Michael EMAIL: mgill@realestate.com.au DATE: 2006-04-28 11:36:45 The toothpaste hiding is extremely foul. This well could be a copied myth, but I've got some gross friends who I'd unfortunately believe legitimately played 'Hide the Poo'. Glad to see it's an international phenomenon though!

Posted by davidw at 12:00 AM | Permalink | Comments (8)

If you think keeping a dead pet in the fridge is perfectly normal...

then you probably also live with the guy who keeps his prosthetic arm in there!

If you've got a weird flatmate story, picture, or video clip that you reckon will have me choking all the way to the bog, send it to me and we'll see if it beats the devoted pet lover from Scotland or the disarming (sorry) story from Lady B in England.

Posted by davidw at 12:00 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

If you think keeping a dead pet in the fridge is perfectly normal...

then you probably also live with the guy who keeps his prosthetic arm in there!

If you've got a weird flatmate story, picture, or video clip that you reckon will have me choking all the way to the bog, send it to me and we'll see if it beats the devoted pet lover from Scotland or the disarming (sorry) story from Lady B in England.

Posted by davidw at 12:00 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Collette sent this sad little tale (no pun intended, really) about a dog and a drunkard...

"My flatmate was so drunk one night that she brought a dog back from London thinking it was ours. When she arrived home and realised our dog was at home she opened the door and kicked the poor dog out.

We live 70 miles away from London..."

--------

Posted by davidw at 12:00 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Collette sent this sad little tale (no pun intended, really) about a dog and a drunkard...

"My flatmate was so drunk one night that she brought a dog back from London thinking it was ours. When she arrived home and realised our dog was at home she opened the door and kicked the poor dog out.

We live 70 miles away from London..."

--------

Posted by davidw at 12:00 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Along with the rest of the world, I look forward to reading your stories and seeing revealing images of your flatmates in all their wonderful or woeful weirdness. I especially love reading the juicy bits in the privacy of my red lace boudoir...

Ahem. Bottom line: I'm not fussy. I'll consider anything you send me, so dish the dirt using the form below and let's have a look-see.

--------

Posted by davidw at 09:12 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Posted by davidw at 09:12 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

--------

Posted by davidw at 11:37 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Posted by davidw at 11:37 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)