I've shared with a few gaffs with mates over the years...we're all as bad as each other to live with an been mates since day dot...so even if we got a greivence, it was a case of a bit of a tear up...then its all forgetten about 10 mins later an get the beers in.
Funniest flat mate I ever had was in London, me pal rang me up in Manchester one day an said, 'dya wanna start on this site in London, top dollar an I've already sorted you a place to stay, jump on the train tomoz an i'll meet ya at Euston'...so i did, had a few beers when I got there, then he takes me to this shit hole high rise estate in Hackney, on about the 16th floor or somat daft. Turns out the kid I'm lodgein with is this massive black fella from Martineeque in the carribean an can only speak French an a few words of English.
After a few weeks tho we managed to sort some type of mad lingo out we could communicate with an had a right ball...he was a top lad...always had a massive fat one on the go
an he was a chef by trade an used to cook me some top carribean scrans when i got in from work. He was on fire on the bongos as well an used to drum along to my CD's!
