would u let a weirdo stranger stay in your flat for two weeks?

martin

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A while back, a European noise musician wanted to crash round my flat on his 'UK tour'. I was like, "yeah, sure, why not?" on email - then woke up at 4am and realised I didn't need a hostile, depressive vegan anarcho-primitivist I'd never met before draped across the sofa. Had to make up some convoluted excuse involving fictional night shifts.

Everyone I've met who's ever let a stranger crash round regretted it. Including a bloke in Camberwell who let Lee Perry doss round his place for a few nights in the early '90s - apparently, Perry was difficult the whole time and smeared his shit over the toilet walls as a leaving present. Another bloke I vaguely knew, a poorly guy from Norway, let an unhinged girl crash round his flat for an 'emergency' 2-night stay that turned into 4 weeks. He came home one day and his CD player and various prescription meds were missing, and the electric meter had been broken into.

More recently, my former brother-in-law took in a mother-and-son duo from Ukraine through the govt sponsorship package, which went tits-up when the kid repeatedly attempted to kill the family cat. Then his mother started screaming when he was firmly asked to leave the pet alone. I also remember a Kiwi woman who went bananas over her Aussie flatmate inviting her pals to sleep on the sofa while they were visiting London, and one of the couch-surfers pouring water into the back of her PC as revenge for being turfed out.

So, just pretend you've got monkeypox and direct them to booking.com would be my advice.
 

linebaugh

Well-known member
I’ve secured about 7 days of lodging if any one wants to push me over the edge and house me for a few days I can bring you over hand guns from America
 

Mr. Tea

Let's Talk About Ceps
A while back, a European noise musician wanted to crash round my flat on his 'UK tour'. I was like, "yeah, sure, why not?" on email - then woke up at 4am and realised I didn't need a hostile, depressive vegan anarcho-primitivist I'd never met before draped across the sofa. Had to make up some convoluted excuse involving fictional night shifts.

Everyone I've met who's ever let a stranger crash round regretted it. Including a bloke in Camberwell who let Lee Perry doss round his place for a few nights in the early '90s - apparently, Perry was difficult the whole time and smeared his shit over the toilet walls as a leaving present. Another bloke I vaguely knew, a poorly guy from Norway, let an unhinged girl crash round his flat for an 'emergency' 2-night stay that turned into 4 weeks. He came home one day and his CD player and various prescription meds were missing, and the electric meter had been broken into.

More recently, my former brother-in-law took in a mother-and-son duo from Ukraine through the govt sponsorship package, which went tits-up when the kid repeatedly attempted to kill the family cat. Then his mother started screaming when he was firmly asked to leave the pet alone. I also remember a Kiwi woman who went bananas over her Aussie flatmate inviting her pals to sleep on the sofa while they were visiting London, and one of the couch-surfers pouring water into the back of her PC as revenge for being turfed out.

So, just pretend you've got monkeypox and direct them to booking.com would be my advice.
I've lived in a house that periodically had Australians (in the same way a house might have rats, or something), and it was Not Good.
 
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