Living like students was the bit I hated to be honest...
Washing up would never get done.
The sink and surrounding worktops would be covered in plates, empty pizza boxes, dried up grated cheese, old receipts from shops, old beer cans.
Black bin bags piled up in the corner of the kitchen. And when the smell got too horrific (especially in the warmer months) we'd put the entire load of bags onto the moss-covered patio along with the overflowing bin.
NTL would cut at least one of us off every month for late payment of broadband fees.
None of the carpets got hoovered, except when the Landlord told us would "be here in 1 hour" which then led to txt messages being sent out and the 3 other housemates racing back to help tidy.
French boys pubic hair in the bathroom plug and sink hole. Shower curtain with mould on it
Always running out of money. Having to then pluck up the courage to phone home and ask for £100 to be put in ur bank account so you could join everyone else the next night getting pissed and then ordering takeaways.
Having to drag your sorry ass out of bed on cold, dark winter mornings and walking over to the Uni buildings down the road.
Having to write 3,000+ word essays on the most boring and irrelavent shite known to man while your mates are off out having fun.
Good things:
Easy drunk girls living in your street and all of the ajecent streets.
Street part atmosphere. We closed off our street once to have a big party one night. The police came and told us off, but let us continue!
Living next door to your mates. Living in eachothers pockets for most of the year.
