Weirdest thing your housemate has done?

I think I've posted before about the neighbour that moved to digs in Coventry from the wilds of the Donegal coast and had to get the landlady to throw buckets of water up against his bedroom window so he could sleep at night.

Also had a tenant meself who kept a goat in the kitchen in a crate. Never cleaned it out, just put new bedding on top of the old. When she moved out there were hole marks all over the ceiling from the horns. Fcuking holes through the coving and roses and all!

Panthro wrote: »

Double licking the door?!
We've got a strange housemate posting on Boards y'all!

I think he was afraid to leave the house after observing this strange fetish!

One guy used to play Captain Beefheart really loudly any time he was having sex ...and basically any other time too but it especially stood out then

Another dude once used a compartment from the fridge door to eat soup from instead of a bowl, kept his teabags in the fridge too

A few of them drove halfway across the country several days a week to train with their local GAA club on wet winter nights, hard to beat that

jamesbere wrote: »

Couldnt he not climb out the window

Strangely no, he was afraid that someone would think he was breaking into the place.

When I was a fresher in college a French guy moved into the house I was living in.

He was a chef but used to leave all the pots and pans stacked in the sink when he used them. Never cleaned up after himself.

I could get over that but what I couldn't handle was that for a couple of weekends in a row when I had gone home, he had gone into my room and taken my pillows from my bed and used them himself.

He didn't even try and put them back into my room before I got back.

To me that's akin to someone using my toothbrush.

Jesus i hated that wanker.

:mad:

liz lemoncello wrote: »

Women only ever use it with seat down. guys use it both ways so it makes sense to keep it down.

I never get why any one leaves it up, or the lid.

It's the business end of a sewer FFS.

One week
Working in Africa, apartment paid by company. New guy to move in with me.

1. Met him at the airport on Saturday morning. He had drunk his bottle of duty-free spirits on the flight. The hostess was flustered and unamused.
2. Brought him to lunch at the local sports/social club. He ordered lunch, cut it up, and ate nil.
3. Back at the apartment he looked in the fridge. It was overflowing as I had shopped in anticipation of his arrival. He said there was nothing there and insisted we must go shopping.
4. I brought him to a supermarket in the city centre. He insisted he would go there himself (a few hundred yards from where the car was parked). I waited keeping the supermarket entrance in view.
5. He came out of the supermarket doing a tug-of-war with a supermarket employee with a wire basket. I went over. He had about eight loose bottles of beer in the basket, nothing else, and insisted on bringing the wire basket home. My guess is he walked out without paying. He had no local money. (I had four or five dozen beer at home in a storage room beside the fridge.)
6. On the next day, Sunday, I was playing in an important soccer match and brought him along. No problems, but then I was on the pitch most of the time.
7. At night in his bedroom he kept all lights on, in his room, in the hall, kitchen, and living room. This wasn't convenient as there were glass panels over ever door so the light flooded into my bedroom.
8. I drove him to the office on Monday, introduced him to the bosses, and drove off to where I was working. I collected him that evening, and as I played soccer on Monday night brought him along.
9. That evening when in the sitting room he asked me did I hear what they were saying. What? He said he could hear voices talking to him from the ventilation bricks in the wall.
10. In the middle of the night, about 3am, there was loud banging on the outside door. I opened it to see the security guard, Stephen, with the new arrival. The new guy was wearing a shirt, underpants, and socks. He said he went for a walk. Stephen found him and brought him back.
11. He wandered around the apartment at night, frequently coming into my room, switching on the light of course, and asking stupid questions e.g "are you asleep?". I had to lock my door. He often tried the handle.
12. Breakfast for him on Tuesday was two cups of whiskey. He had been doing more "shopping".
In the office an outside telephone call was put through to my room asking for him. I was surprised he was getting phone calls on only his second day in the country. I took the call as he was not in the room. It was State House returning his call to the President. (The President was like a king, the top guy, above the prime-minister, ruler of the only political party.)
I said there was a mistake and apologised profusely.
At this point I decided to tell the boss. We did business with State House and had lots of high-level contacts so blowing those would be bad news.
The boss took what I said, probably did some checking with other people, and next morning paid an unannounced social visit (unannounced to me and the new guy) to our apartment to "see how the new arrival was settling in". He didn't disappoint. He was drinking a full cup of whiskey. In a few days I only saw him eat one thing, a hard-boiled egg.
He kept showing me a picture of a nun who looked after him when he was sick. Much more stuff, none of it sensible.
The company learned he had altered his documentation to reduce his age by ten years.
13. Next day he was on an aircraft back to the UK.

The night before he left my best mate called round late with a Dutch guy who was just in the country.
We drank a bottle of champagne I had in the fridge (don't know how the other guy missed it) to celebrate the imminent departure.
I was so relieved.

I was expecting a Jack Nicholson The Shining moment all through that week, the time Jack breaks through the door with an axe.