But what did you do on a weekend?I flat shared throughout my twenties and thirties sometimes with friends sometimes with randoms including an Italian who stole my minidisc player and then held it to ransom, a prison guard who brought rent boys round the flat and cried when I shouted at him for not cleaning poo out of the bath, a heroine addict who thought she was a cat who I completely fell for, an Aussie who thought he was sid vicious who held a bunga bunga party in the flat and bought heroin from the homeless guy at turnpike lane, a couple who ate the same meal (pasta salad) every day, a fascist Portuguese bus driver, a belly dancer and a guy who worked in the same government building i did whose name i did not know and as the months went by became increasingly embarrased to ask.
Must have been crowded in that flat SheriffI flat shared throughout my twenties and thirties sometimes with friends sometimes with randoms including an Italian who stole my minidisc player and then held it to ransom, a prison guard who brought rent boys round the flat and cried when I shouted at him for not cleaning poo out of the bath, a heroine addict who thought she was a cat who I completely fell for, an Aussie who thought he was sid vicious who held a bunga bunga party in the flat and bought heroin from the homeless guy at turnpike lane, a couple who ate the same meal (pasta salad) every day, a fascist Portuguese bus driver, a belly dancer and a guy who worked in the same government building i did whose name i did not know and as the months went by became increasingly embarrased to ask.
We do, this is one huge thing for me. I used to think it was just me. Everyone has something. One reason why just talking helps, as it is sometimes just great to let it out and not to man upEverybody has a story pal. I hope yours gets better for you soon too
a prison guard who brought rent boys round the flat and cried when I shouted at him for not cleaning poo out of the bath,
At least poo in the shower and the use your foot to waffle it down the drainCheck you out with your sky high standards!! I mean who hasn’t had a poo in there own bath?? Could have cut him some slack
Has the makings of a sitcom if you can put pen to paperI flat shared throughout my twenties and thirties sometimes with friends sometimes with randoms including an Italian who stole my minidisc player and then held it to ransom, a prison guard who brought rent boys round the flat and cried when I shouted at him for not cleaning poo out of the bath, a heroine addict who thought she was a cat who I completely fell for, an Aussie who thought he was sid vicious who held a bunga bunga party in the flat and bought heroin from the homeless guy at turnpike lane, a couple who ate the same meal (pasta salad) every day, a fascist Portuguese bus driver, a belly dancer and a guy who worked in the same government building i did whose name i did not know and as the months went by became increasingly embarrased to ask.
Or a song..Has the makings of a sitcom if you can put pen to paper
See I keep looking for thispool table,
Where is this pub?Last summer after leaving the ex, stayed in a closed down pub with 2 other lads and the former landlord and family. Big screens, beer taps, jukey, pool table, everything still in working order and free to use. Was like 24 hour lock-in. Was lush last summer coming back from graft at 8 a.m and having a pint in the beer garden in in my dressing gown!
So why did the heroin addict turn you down?I flat shared throughout my twenties and thirties sometimes with friends sometimes with randoms including an Italian who stole my minidisc player and then held it to ransom, a prison guard who brought rent boys round the flat and cried when I shouted at him for not cleaning poo out of the bath, a heroine addict who thought she was a cat who I completely fell for, an Aussie who thought he was sid vicious who held a bunga bunga party in the flat and bought heroin from the homeless guy at turnpike lane, a couple who ate the same meal (pasta salad) every day, a fascist Portuguese bus driver, a belly dancer and a guy who worked in the same government building i did whose name i did not know and as the months went by became increasingly embarrased to ask.
So why did the heroin addict turn you down?
Was in Highworth , on the wilts/oxon border... the brewery got wind of the landlord basically winding it down, using all the beer in the cellar and subletting so we all got booted so they could sell it for flats! Was carnage for a few months though, put on a Clem and almost destroyed my liver, but great as a newly single bloke in his 40s! Back on best behaviour now though!Where is this pub?
aren't we alla heroine addict