Every time I mention to someone that I have a fifty year old arsehole housemate, they assume I'm being a dick and talking about a parent or another relative and I live at home.
No. I literally mean that I live in a house share and one of the people in the house is a fifty three year old man called Mark who spends his days smoking (weed and cigarettes) in the living room and being generally unpleasant to everyone else. I can't take a single step in my room without him texting me to keep it down because the floor is creaky. He has stolen half of my cutlery. Allegedly he tried to kill one of the other housemates and yet he is only the second worst one out of the group.










