Tell us about your lovely housemates

I've always had good housemate, currently live with best mate and another friend - get on fine, been here 2 years now; all really clean, no terrible bad habbits or big arguments, though funny this thread came up - as I literally just posted this on facebook...

the blanked out names are obviously mine, and then my housemates as I started the sentence.

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Do lodgers count?

He abides by my house rules and we get on so no horror stories here. Does occasionally bump around in his room while drunk sleep talking but no attempts to rape or murder me so can't complain. Quite lucky as he was the first person to respond to the ad!
 
Had some really good mates to live with at uni. Only had two bad experiences...

3rd year we had an extra room to fill which ended being this guy who was resitting 2nd year (nothing wrong with that) but he had no social/cooking skills to speak of. So he lived off 1 quid microwave meals 6 days a week and had a weekly vindaloo. Coupled by being a boarder line alcoholic he was never very much company. Then he never bought toilet roll (pretty annoying when he had to use a whole roll a trip to the loo) and when we ended up in the situation of our own stashes he used news paper because it was cheaper :( That was a grim realisation.

Last flat I shared in Belfast was with a best mate and her boyfriend, was ok for a couple of months. Got till about october/november and they broke up. 6 months of on and off hell and instead of the ex boyfriend moving out (as convention would dictate) I did because Belfast became a living hell for me. Lesson learnt, don't live with couples, especially when you know one isn't really into relationships....
 
I once lived in a house where there was 6 of us permanently, but with 2 girlfriends and a boyfriend that stayed around 5 days out of 7 or there about. Making it 9 people living in a '5' bed house.

'5' bed means a normal size post war terraced house, much smaller than most three bed houses.


Needless to say, problems rose. I think I made a thread about it on here once actually.

I'm more selective of my housemates these days

Edit: Oh, and fish, a snake, a dog, and two rabbits. Also one of the girls would use the house to look after her kid brother for weeks at a time.
 
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Always had awesome housemates, good friends that will be my mates forever. This is from houses with only 2 others to one house with 12 other people! You must be doing it wrong.
 
Living alone now but have lived with a lot of different people over the years.

Most of them are normal but a few springs to mind.

There was the tall blonde pretty French girl, very tidy, friendly and we still keep in touch. There was nothing unusual about her except her easy going personally with the male sex. She end up dating one guy for a while and after she moved back to France, lost touch for a bit, she finally told me the real reason why she left England. That guy was arrested for some stuff on his computer, jailed and now in the sex offender's register. He used to stay over quite a lot in the last few months of the tenancy as well.

Some guy in the second year who I think is the worst housemates in terms of hygiene and general consideration for others. He would never do washing up, even of his own and claims he didn't do it even though 20 minute ago I saw him eating with it. He wrecked the bathroom one time after a romp with his then girlfriend. Managed to smashed tiles on the wall..?! He once called the police and claimed his car got broken into and the thief stole his coursework and notes so be can't complete his assignment, leaving his Cd player, CDs and bag in the car...? He would steal food, loud and just annoy everyone.

One guy I lived with was so good with the ladies he would have girls turning up at our house at 2am asking for for a booty call. He would be in bed sleeping with no idea they are coming and I would get a knock on my window as my room is on the ground floor at the front. They see my light still on and knock on the glass. I open the door to see girls wearing not a lot asking for him. Sometimes they would go to his room and sometimes he would send them home and then go back to bed.
 
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Raymond Lin said:
One guy I lived with was so good with the ladies he would have girls turning up at our house at 2am asking for for a booty call. He would be in bed sleeping with no idea they are coming and I would get a knock on my window as my room is on the ground floor at the front. They see m lights on and knock. I open the door to see girls wearing not a lot asking for him. Sometimes they would go to their room and sometimes he would send them home and then go back to bed.
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You should have started answering the door with "sorry, X is off duty right now, I'm the doctor on call, let me step into your orifice". Either they'd leave, or you'd get lucky. Win win.
 
Only bad housemates I've had were a couple. They were by definition chavs. They had blazing rows often. She'd hit him, he'd hit her etc. She smashed up their room with a hammer once. She also broke his hand once by kicking him. They use to throw bottles, cutlery etc at each other. Had the police out numerous times in the two years I lived there.

Besides them had no real problems with anyone else. Current house I live in is rather dull, but that's because their is no common room, so you never see anyone unless you bump into them on the stairs, or coming/going from the house. It's a rather large house with 14 rooms split over 5 floors (old seafront hotel)
 
Just found that Casanova housemate of mine on Facebook, still with a girl he met at the end in the 3rd year, he basically saw her in a club, went over and picked her up over his shoulder. It appears now they have a little boy together and living in the seychelles!
 
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I have a housemate who is convinced she is a sex bomb and that men can barely control themselves around her. She isn't bad looking, but she is far from irresistible (and is quite stupid).

She believes that one of the guys in the house sneaks into her room at night and tickles her. The proof for this is that her door is often open in the morning and she has dreams about being tickled, but the rational explanation (that the draught blowing through the house opens her door - she knows this happens because she often has to close the door) is too mundane. She also thinks the cellar is haunted and once sat in darkness for two hours rather than venture down there to reset the fuse box.
 
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