Housemates. Agh! I'm known for not doing very well at selecting housemates. In fact, I'm verging on legendary. For those not familiar with my previous housemate issues there is...
I knew a guy at university (called, funnily enough, Steve) who was blond, thin, an archer, a drunk, and in some ways quite a nice guy, but he'd gone to a very prestigeous public school and it'd ruined him. He turned out to be an arse of the first water.
When I met Steve, I decided that my instinctive dislike of him was entirely due to his resemblence to the other Steve, and thus removed it as being unfair to him and not something I should indulge.
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Reminds me of the ironing job I took... which some old people's clothes had clearly not been washed...
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When I met Steve, I decided that my instinctive dislike of him was entirely due to his resemblence to the other Steve, and thus removed it as being unfair to him and not something I should indulge.
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D'oh.
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