While I was whining to one of my team-mates about the thievery of my Molton Brown bubble bath, he told me a story I feel I should share. Because it cracked me up.
My colleague's wife used to live in a flatshare. She was a little convinced that the flatmate used her stuff when she wasn't in the flat. But had no proof. One day she realised her straighteners weren't there.
(If you are not a girl, you need to pause and think here. THIS IS A BIG DEAL. Girls NEED their straighteners. If we were on a desert island, we would want our straighteners. AND electricity obviously.)
She checked her flatmate's room. Surprise surprise, they were there! She used them and went wherever she was going.
Later on, she saw her flatmate. "Did you borrow my straighteners?" she asked.
The flatmate denied it. (I'm assuming she thought she had replaced the straighteners.)
"But . . ." my colleagues wife said "I found them in your room earlier."
NOW . . . isn't this the point when you realise "Shit, I'm rumbled, I'd better just admit the truth."???
You'd THINK, right?
INSTEAD, the flatmate went "What??? Well . . . I TOLD you this place was haunted!"
What a defence!!!
After that story and all the comments on my previous post, I know I'm not the only one who experiences this crap flatsharing shite. And that makes me happy.
(Not cos I want everyone to be unhappy! Just cos I don't wanna be the only one!)
I read a book a few years ago called "I Lick My Cheese: And Other Notes from the Frontline of Flat-Sharing". It was brilliant. I think many of you who commented on the last post need to check it out - I think you'll appreciate it as much as I did.
In other news . . .
I had a day off today therefore ran into my landlord - I don't see him often these days - and he told me one of my flatmates is moving out tomorrow. Of course, it is one of the few flatmates that I LIKE! (Why would the ANNOYING ones move out, after all!) I'm a bit hurt she never told me, and it's a shame because she was really nice but . . . oh well.
My highlight of yesterday was discovering that the DJ I listened to every weeknight as a child was following me on Twitter. It doesn't sound like a big deal to anyone else, but this dude is like an INSTITUTION where I grew up - we ALL listened to his show. And he added me first! And then he tweeted me! He might have tweeted about five million other people too, but I still felt honoured! (AND he drinks rose wine!)
And in other news . . . Alex Reid (non-celebrity boyfriend of Katie Price aka Jordan) won Celeb BB. Dane Bowers (Jordan's ex from YEARS ago!) came second. I might not like his taste in women, but I like his work . . .
I'm sure that song was aimed at Jordan . . . the girl in the video even LOOKED like her! Hahaha!
And yes, that IS David Beckham's wife aka Posh Spice singing with him, for you non-Brits . . .
So . . . what did you think of the Celeb BB result? And, if you aren't in the UK, share something else! What you up to this weekend? Or . . . share whatever you like! (If you're at a loss, comment on the whole "oooh, it must be a ghost" story. Just remember - I like comments!)