When life is sort of like a peep show episode
Why I'm being nostalgic about student life when it's not even over yet:
When the toilet stops working and you feel so gross because then you have start discussing things about poo with your housemates, and going en masse to pubs when you want to tinkle (Seriously, I went over to my ex's because of their bathroom. And to catch up, but that was definitely a major factor). The horror. The peep show episode this reminds me of is in series 1 when they their toilet is also broken down and then Mark goes to his slutty neighbour's house to use their bathroom and she's flirting with him and he's thinking "Oh no! What about the poo?!", and becoming an alcholic to justify using the pub toilets regularly. Hee. I've gone one better though! Now, the plumber has been fixing the toilet, BROKE IT and now to flush the loo we have to use a screwdriver to unscrew or rescrew this joint bit in the pipes, whilst trying to valiantly ignore the leaking pipes and the broken toilet. Don't worry, he's coming back, and will hopefully be cleaner this time (stuff from the bowels of the toilet was all over the bathroom floor. I mopped it up and just didn't think about it.)
And we had a swamp in the back garden. A very blue, very stinky smelling, very full of slugs that found refuge in the living room (theres silver tracks everywhere). That's gone now, but the slugs aren't. And during the winter, my room would get damp and I had to choose between losing what little heat I had and getting the sniffles. In house terms, its a horrible house. The streets lovely, the neighbours are friendly, I love my housemates (most of the time), and it's in Rusholme - the curry mile in Manchester - but this house is a nightmare! It's because it's a student house though. The two houses between us are lovely with nice wooden floors and yellow paint and cute babies. Only students would take this! Gah. I have to be nostalgic about this or I may initiate a revenge campaign.
When the toilet stops working and you feel so gross because then you have start discussing things about poo with your housemates, and going en masse to pubs when you want to tinkle (Seriously, I went over to my ex's because of their bathroom. And to catch up, but that was definitely a major factor). The horror. The peep show episode this reminds me of is in series 1 when they their toilet is also broken down and then Mark goes to his slutty neighbour's house to use their bathroom and she's flirting with him and he's thinking "Oh no! What about the poo?!", and becoming an alcholic to justify using the pub toilets regularly. Hee. I've gone one better though! Now, the plumber has been fixing the toilet, BROKE IT and now to flush the loo we have to use a screwdriver to unscrew or rescrew this joint bit in the pipes, whilst trying to valiantly ignore the leaking pipes and the broken toilet. Don't worry, he's coming back, and will hopefully be cleaner this time (stuff from the bowels of the toilet was all over the bathroom floor. I mopped it up and just didn't think about it.)
And we had a swamp in the back garden. A very blue, very stinky smelling, very full of slugs that found refuge in the living room (theres silver tracks everywhere). That's gone now, but the slugs aren't. And during the winter, my room would get damp and I had to choose between losing what little heat I had and getting the sniffles. In house terms, its a horrible house. The streets lovely, the neighbours are friendly, I love my housemates (most of the time), and it's in Rusholme - the curry mile in Manchester - but this house is a nightmare! It's because it's a student house though. The two houses between us are lovely with nice wooden floors and yellow paint and cute babies. Only students would take this! Gah. I have to be nostalgic about this or I may initiate a revenge campaign.