Thread: Who was/is your weirdest flatmate?

Bizarre thought #1 of the day.
I just had a phone call from a mate who I hadn’t had contact with for years. The conversation drifted to old flat mates. It reminded me of a house we had all shared for several years, roughly 20 years ago. Did we have some characters come and go through those front doors, over time. Male, female, singles and couples (for a while at least). Brings me to my question, who is the weirdest/oddest flat mate you have ever shared a roof with?

Heaps come to mind for me. This house had about six bedrooms. The guy, who loved to play the bongo drums at 1am, lasted about a month. There was a guy who claimed to only eat cheese. I remember the girl who never came out of her room if she thought someone was home. We used to hide and pretend we had all left, to actually see if she was still alive. Maybe I am on their list of oddballs. I can think of lots more…..

In my second year of uni we lived with this right weirdo called Brian. He was 28 years old, had lived with his mum all his life and had no idea how to take care of himself. I'll list a few of the things he used to do.

-Deep fry all his food in olive oil.
-Let the oil cool and then drink it. A bit more than a pint.
-Sneak into my mates room and watch him sleep.
-Lock himself in his room for days.
-Pee in an empty milk container and keep it in his wardrobe.
-Beat himself up in his room.
-Was always asking my mates to "Show him their muscles"
-Steal all my weed, this would make him twice as weird.
-Never washed his clothes.
-Stare at us, not the telly, whilst watching telly.

The boy had problems.

Ahhh FP the old 'drink the cool cooking oil fetish'. say no more

Where are they now? Around us at this very minute, in all corners of the world? I'm certain hundreds of new varieties are hatching even as we speak.

In my first year one of the dudes in the house was called Paul. He was a stereo typical student. Always wore Doc Martins, camo pants and a dirty black Stone Roses tshirt. Scruffy shoulder length hair and hated the world. He was a right moody fucker. He would never leave the house or go to uni. I know this for a fact because In my first year I only went on the first day.

He would always buy food that would gross everybody out on purpose. The worst meal which he cooked all the time was pigs heart with sprats. (small fish that you eat head tail, guts and all)

By the end of the year we'd completely converted him. We had him wearing new jeans and shoes. Clean shirts and he got a decent hair cut. He started coming out with us to pubs and clubs and we even found him a girlfriend. He actually started enjoying himself.

Unfortunately he got kicked off his course for not going in at all and Brian was the replacement our landlord found for us.

When I lived in Rose Bay in a Housing block we (my girlfriend and I) shared a flat with a New Zealander who was probably the best guitarists I have ever seen but the strangest cvnt I have ever met.

One minute he was the nicest cordial person you could meet and within an hour he would escape into his own little shell not even acknowledging others presence for days.

Then he would open up again and you couldn't shut the fvcker up.

He disappeared one day and we also moved on but I saw a mutual friend a few years later and he told me this guy had died of a heroin OD.

I suppose now I could understand those mood changes and particularly if he was a junkie.

Originally Posted by isdatu

Where are they now?

I reckon that Brian is a dormant serial killer and Paul probably works in a supermarket.

You certainly meet some weird cvnts flatting. Two of us were long termers but the 3 rd one was always the odd man out because they turned over, and there were some odd ones.
The usual recluse, just came home from work and stayed in his room, ate in his room, slept, just only ever came out for necessities.

But I think the weirdest was the flat I had in Williams st, Sydney on the border of Kings cross, shared it with 2 hookers who worked the yanks on R&R from Vietnam, jezuz they were some fvcked up guys. One of them followed one of the girls home and when I arrived back there he was hanging out the window 4 floors up.

Not a weird flat mate but a funny friend, his nic name was 70's Kid and he loved anything from the 70's, he bought and moved in to a newly renevated house that had been built in the 70's, he then ripped out the brand new modern kitchen and bathroom and replaced it with old second hand 70's gear, he also put lino down over the hard wood flooring and replaced all the light fittings with the old stuff, all his furnature was from the 70's, sofa, TV, stereo etc, as were his clothes.

He was/is a realy cool guy.

I remember living with a drug dealing Asian guy called Dill who used to feed his flatmate and guests drugs such as LSD; he got off on watching others trip out. He got me once with mescaline, said he had popped it too, lying cnut. I remember playing RISK 2500 a.d and completly wigging out tripping my tits off. I was a mess.

Can't remember the lads name but he lived with this Dill character for months before I moved in, he was a very reasonable guy when I first met him. I later heard that after street luge-ing on a skateboard down the main roads of Portsmouth at 7 am whislt tripping he was later taken away by the authorities.

This Dill guy had been feeding him LSD everyday for months.

After living with him I discovered Dill was a bit of a nob. Me and my other flatmate Chris copied his key to his room. It became a reoccuring habit to go to his room and nick some pills and pop to the pub and then return to nick his weed

I'm glad you kicked the habit.

Originally Posted by English Noodles

Not a weird flat mate but a funny friend, his nic name was 70's Kid and he loved anything from the 70's, he bought and moved in to a newly renevated house that had been built in the 70's, he then ripped out the brand new modern kitchen and bathroom and replaced it with old second hand 70's gear, he also put lino down over the hard wood flooring and replaced all the light fittings with the old stuff, all his furnature was from the 70's, sofa, TV, stereo etc, as were his clothes.

He was/is a realy cool guy.

Fooking hell Noodles you actually lived with Mr. Bean!

That's cool!

I remember a co-dweller named Darren. When the meat started to go a little green in the fridge, he would cook it up and eat it, telling us that's just how the Americans like it, and he was Irish. Another weird one was Brad, who spent an inordinate amount of time locked in his darkened bedroom. He allways got allocated the bathroom cleaning duties and never complained about it. He had a full time job as a plumber, so maybe that explained it. Then there's the guy who never came home alone. He'd always come back late at night with a group of 'new' party freinds. O.k I guess if you were up to partying every night. Not.

There was one guy, pretty old, who was always going on about the old days. It seemed he had done everything in life, had seen everything and all he had left was going over it as he was on his last legs

Mind you, if you questioned anything he said, as an expert, he would let all hell loose, swearing and cussing and calling you all the names under the sun

His sense of humour could be quite funny, but after a while it was seen as too predictable. The worst thing was he could not see the funny side of things other people said, he took it all at face value and often got insulted because of that

I suppose we all put up with him, cussing and complaining as we were sorry for the poor redneck. No drink, no smokes, no sex, quite sad really

Haha, Great thread!

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I have many stories of living with odd flatmates (we call them roomates).

I lived in a three bedroom house once, and every room was rented out separately. One girl who I nicknamed, 'nympho,' she had her bf over most nights. She didn't care that me and another person were trying to sleep next door. She would just yell and moan every time her and her bf had sex. The noise was so loud, that even earplugs didn't drown out the noise. Eventually, we had to tell her, but it was pretty embarrassing to even ask her to quiet down during her escapades. She listened, then went back to being as loud as a squalling pig!

What was even worse was when all of us had someone over...music to the ears! NOT!

So why didn't you bring a boyfriend home?

I never shared a place with anyone.

Originally Posted by DrAndy

There was one guy, pretty old, who was always going on about the old days. It seemed he had done everything in life, had seen everything and all he had left was going over it as he was on his last legs Mind you, if you questioned anything he said, as an expert, he would let all hell loose, swearing and cussing and calling you all the names under the sun His sense of humour could be quite funny, but after a while it was seen as too predictable. The worst thing was he could not see the funny side of things other people said, he took it all at face value and often got insulted because of that I suppose we all put up with him, cussing and complaining as we were sorry for the poor redneck. No drink, no smokes, no sex, quite sad really

Sorry Dr Andy I meant say that your parents didn't count....... only non-relatives

^is that you - I think he is talking about uncle blackgang

yes - I realise you were taking the piss - the post was for a few others here also

Weirdest person I've shared accommodation with?

Ah yes......that would be the missus.

I had a gay Quebecois roomie one summer at uni. One Saturday morning, I'm up making coffee and this lanky kid emerges from his bedroom. WTF? I sent the kid for a shower, fixed him breakfast and then did a social worker talk with him at the table. Homeless. Nonetheless, I gave my roomie an earful and more when he woke up. No young boys in my house! He complied, but I was fuming for days.

When I was in my teens, I shared a house with three male friends (like my brothers ). One was a rocket scientist who used to make a variety of mind-altering substances. One night I came home to find him running around the yard naked brandishing a machete. I called out, "Um, ***, what are you doing?" He said, "I'm hunting wild buffalo for dinner, Jettie." "Um, OK."
He is now head of forensics at some place in Ontario.

Best flat mate was my brother's. He lived with his girl-friend and another girl.

For some reason, this other girl didn't like wearing any clothes and would often answer the door starkers when I visited. She was quite a looker too.

In hind-sight I wonder how/why his girl-friend handled it.

Originally Posted by isdatu

Brings me to my question, who is the weirdest/oddest flat mate you have ever shared a roof with?

Me.

Seriously.