look on the bright side, a live headless pigeon would be worse

yeah

once found a birds head in the clean washing basket with no body, the cat must of brought it in, was horrible and all the washing had to be re washed

this is why i have a persian who's not allowed to go outside

Seems like another Serbian or bosnian is trying to enter our FB group. Hmm...

I'm watching BB back now and can't help but be confounded by the idiot crowd chanting "who are ya?" She's Julie Goodyear. It doesn't really work when they're actually known. I know it all ends tomorrow but I'm glad I don't have to hear Harvey saying "nanna" and Julie saying "I love you" to everyone. Not so much because she never meant it but more because she said it all the time.

Oh that used to get on my nerves too! So insincere, when you say things often enough, they mean nothing

I love you gottago, you know that don't you

Oh thanks!

I wish I was there tonight rather than last night! Jonnie Peacock is however rather unlucky to have two phallus related names in one!

With a name like that, he HAS to be related to Drew, surely

It was amazing though, and David Weird was awesome too

Love you gottago

Stop it with your deceptive lying. Go and smoke an electronic cigarette.

Moving into a flat divided in 9 days. My best friend and I are at loggerheads already with the total nobheads we're living with (whose current checklist of tomfoolery includes moving a boyfriend in without asking our permission, accusing me of trying to con them because I didn't want to set my bill account up until I moved in and asking me and my flatmate to be "considerate" in Freshers week and try and be in before 1)

We told them in the politest possible way to f**k off and my innate sense of rebellion will ensure I'm EXTRA loud when I arrive back from nights out. She's a student, living in a student area with students. We will be noisy in Freshers week. She needs to deal with it.

I'm just venting but my flatmate (and companion in this flat of misery) is in Tunisia who I'd normally vent with so I'm having to do it on here otherwise I'll just send a text I'll regret!

Oh just do it. If you know you'll hate them throughout the year then you might as well do some point scoring now. Trust me, it might be a year of hell but you have a raft of great stories to tell about how terrible your housemates were and how perfect you are!

I'm lucky that my very best friend is living with me and she is exactly of the same mindset as me- just enjoy Freshers and take it as it comes with them.

The fact two of them have been living there since July and me and my friend are moving up next Saturday... there's bound to be resentment.

I might just mention to this one girl whose laying down the orders that for the entirety of last year I heard her being rammed quite viciously by her boyfriend every Saturday and Sunday morning, and that I didn't complain even though I once heard her shout at "Slap me... just slap me. Now".

AHAHAHA! Amazing! Are you stuck with these people because uni put you together or something?

No!

Originally, we were gonna live in a flat of 9 but various things for various people meant the numbers cut down to 5.

It was more of a case of "stuck together" rather than wanting to be. Actually, 3 of us were really close (2 of us still are- me and El who is the girl in the pic I posted way back) but then one started complaining about the house and demanding we reshuffle for rooms (basically so she got the biggest)

I think El and me are using this house as a stop gap and will move into a better house in 3rd year with some of our course friends.

Seriously, if that other girl starts with the Sunday morning orgasms again I won't be responsible for my actions. I feel like slipping Bromide into her boyfriends tea just so I can get a lie in.

Big houses never work. I was in one of seven and that soon crumbled, though that was mainly thanks to the actions of one awful psychopath. I'm surprised you could find somewhere with 9 rooms! I think 8 was the highest I had ever seen.

Psychopath?! What happened?

It was a big Victorian mansion that they'd carved up and extended. A lot of Student houses in Sheff are like that. Must be a Yorkshire thing!

Two of them were together before we moved in which we should have saw was a very awful idea to begin with. His behaviour whilst they were together in the house quickly became very odd. He did some very strange things to her and was extremely clingy. They would end up constantly breaking up but because she was in such a bad place at the time she hated being alone so she kept on getting back with her and his behaviour just became worse. In the end we had to sit her down and tell her that this relationship wasn't good for her and once they had broken up for the final time he released this sea of rage which involved destroying her Playstation by pouring water on it. My friend's pretty fierce so she would always reciprocate and ended up cutting up his favourite jeans as well as all his condoms. When he confronted her about it the greatest moment of my life occurred when she responded with "I don't give a shit about your jeans or your dick!" without a flicker of a smile!

Oh, and also the two of them were the account holders of the joint account we used for paying the house's bills and he would regular dip into it without telling us and ended up taking £1000 in total. We only found out by chance when one of us was first to get to the statement when it was posted.

I said nothing about all his horrid actions till the very last night in the house when we all got drunk whilst he was moving his stuff out. I ended up ripping the shit out of him, totally off my face, rolling around on the floor whilst he was trying to pull his suitcases up the stairs (he lived in the basement like the troll that he was). Before all this we'd had quite a lot of dealings with uni as his behaviour was just so appalling that we wanted him to get a warning. He was told that he was no longer allowed to live in the same house as my friend or indeed approach her if he wanted to continue at uni. Yet despite this he thought it would be a good idea to take pictures of us drunkingly waving at him through the window as he was going to send them to uni to prove how "mental we were", failing to realise that these pictures would be proof that he was within touching distance of my friend. Idiot. The whole night was just wonderful and really made the year.

As I said, it can be awful to live through but you come out of it with the most brilliant stories. A dark side of me wishes I could relive that year, it was that unreal.

I love the bit about you rolling around on the floor whilst he was trying to move out!

He sounds crazy- I take it you've never heard from him again?

Well she didn't hear from him for a while but suddenly he started phoning her again so we told uni and they informed the police who ended up having a word with him. Needless today he hasn't been in contact since. On the rare occasions we saw him at the shops or in a club he's made a real effort to avoid us, almost like he's afraid of us! It's been great!

He's now working as a promo guy on the streets for some of Leeds' trashiest nightclubs. He also failed the resits he had to take when he failed his second year of uni. Swings and roundabouts.

haha I've been had a go at for being fraped, some one put mummy suck my finger which is a peep show quote and then i got a barrage of abuse from my parents

I read this as porno guy. Almost same I guess

Oh god student houses can be weapons for disaster. Could go on forever here.

First year lived with 9 others in halls, was amazing times but some of the arguing wow. I wasn't involved in too much of it.Can remember one time I didn't go out but everyone came in and had this blazing row between all 9 of them. Seriously it was like fight night Big Brother without the pictures, I just pretended I was asleep then got all the gossip the next day. Oh and don't get me started on the kitchen, I seriously don't know how I didn't catch a disease in there

Second year, 6 of us from our flat in halls and 2 of our friends moved in to a 8 bedroomed house. This was one of the worse situations as there wasn't so much blazing rows but people would be going in huffs, this persons not talking to that person blah blah blah. Then I am not the quietest of people after a night out so would come in and then the next day half the house wouldn't be talking to me. Anyways that ended with a bit wobbly friendships.

3rd year, 3 others from the last house (see how its getting smaller ) and me moved into a 5 bedroomed house. Meant we needed to get another person.So this first year called Laura moved in from Liverpool. She seemed alright at first then she turned out to be the most annoying person ever. She would lick everyones arse and even if she didn't know something about a subject she would have an opinion...of which I would take the bait and tell her she was wrong .

Anyways on top of this I realised how much the other 3 I had lived with from the start bitch about each other so much. One girl got pregnant and then basically moved her bf in for 4/5 days of the week, which caused a lot of tension. She then got rid of the baby and the bf subsequently.

Anyways, it got near enough to the very end of uni and me and another girl had been out. We came in and were pretty quiet but then my friend fell of a seat and was sick lol. Anyways this laura girl came out her room being all stroppy and I told her to just go back to bed I will deal with it and clean it up. She was like 'oh shhh I will do it', so basically said to her 'Oh just f*ck off no one is here to lick their arses'. Then the next day I said my insincere apologies, finished my uni year and moved home. Talk to one of them a little but not a word to the rest.

Thats how you write a total essay and how you start off as happy families at uni and end up an old bitter man

I know what you mean, my cat's a hunter too. About 3 or 4 times a week I have to pick up a headless bird or rodent and throw it over the hedge (not into the neighbours' garden, there's a field there ).

never live with scousers, dairy farmers or girls with tribal tattoos. this is common knowledge