SO FUCKING MAD

I have noticed recently that the other four people who live in this flat do not deign to do the following:

1. Take their rubbish out, preferring to pile stuff up in the kitchen. There are now 8+ bags in there that have been there for ever.

2. Wash their dishes/saucepans etc.

Because I'm not in during the day I hardly see these people, so I left a note (a polite one) on the kitchen door on Monday asking them to take their rubbish out.

Today is Friday. Nothing has happened except that the cleaners came in and moved the bags into one corner. Rightly, because it isn't their job to do that as these boys should well fucking know. And they left a note too, above the sink. It's not my rubbish, bar perhaps a jar or mini pizza tray. Normally I just put my rubbish (when I even use the kitchen, which isn't often) in the bin in my room and take it out the next day because I know these wankers don't bother taking their rubbish out. And I'm sorry, but in no world does bags of rubbish piled up in a kitchen add up to cleanliness. My dad the Health Inspector would have a fucking cow if he saw this.

So I just called the Senior Resident Tutor and I shall have a go at him. I was nice in my note, I really was. I gave them a chance, but I swear some of this rubbish has been in the kitchen since January.... And it's not mine and I'm not fucking taking someone else's rubbish out or doing someone else's washing up.

It says something when uber-slob Clare is disgusted, right?

There was just a knock on the door... back later.

SO FUCKING MAD

I have noticed recently that the other four people who live in this flat do not deign to do the following:

1. Take their rubbish out, preferring to pile stuff up in the kitchen. There are now 8+ bags in there that have been there for ever.

2. Wash their dishes/saucepans etc.

Because I'm not in during the day I hardly see these people, so I left a note (a polite one) on the kitchen door on Monday asking them to take their rubbish out.

Today is Friday. Nothing has happened except that the cleaners came in and moved the bags into one corner. Rightly, because it isn't their job to do that as these boys should well fucking know. And they left a note too, above the sink. It's not my rubbish, bar perhaps a jar or mini pizza tray. Normally I just put my rubbish (when I even use the kitchen, which isn't often) in the bin in my room and take it out the next day because I know these wankers don't bother taking their rubbish out. And I'm sorry, but in no world does bags of rubbish piled up in a kitchen add up to cleanliness. My dad the Health Inspector would have a fucking cow if he saw this.

So I just called the Senior Resident Tutor and I shall have a go at him. I was nice in my note, I really was. I gave them a chance, but I swear some of this rubbish has been in the kitchen since January.... And it's not mine and I'm not fucking taking someone else's rubbish out or doing someone else's washing up.

It says something when uber-slob Clare is disgusted, right?

There was just a knock on the door... back later.

Fabulous story ahead...

Disgusterous flatmates thing half resolved. Will be sorted out more tomorrow when the res. tutor comes to check that all the rubbish has been taken out. As a gesture of goodwill, I took out a couple of bags with one of the dudes who says he never uses the kitchen either. I bet it's the two guys that weren't even in when the tutor called round. I wash my hands of it.

Anyway, have to tell you this fabulous story from last night. So I'm talking to anne53714 about singing sibling groups and mention the Andrews Sisters. Now, I really like them, so I go off to download some stuff. I find Chattanooga Choo Choo, a song I love. I thusly download and it goes real quick and I listen. About a minute of instrumental stuff is followed by the line "Hi there Dean, what you say?"

Now, I've heard many versions of this song, but the one I'm most used to is a Glenn Miller Orchestra version where it's Tex... something (can never remember the dude's surname). So I hear 'Dean' and for a tense second I'm dying for the next line: "Step aside partner, it's my day..." to see if it's the Dean I think/hope/wish it will be.

And it was. Sounding a little less Dino than I'm used to (if it's earlier work, the drawl and croon was less pronounced). And it was Dean. I wasn't expecting it- I didn't even know he'd recorded it, you know? And it was Dean. anne53714 can vouch for my particularly over-the-top reaction (what, you're shocked and surprised?). It's moments like this I live for... when you get such a fantastic surprise that you weren't expecting, didn't even need... and it's a favourite swing song sung by your favourite singer girls and it's Dean.

And that's my fabulous story. On another note, classes today were the height of dull, but I don't care and neither do you.

PS... One day I'm going to record Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy myself. Maybe I'll get Jools Holland to play piano for me.

Fabulous story ahead...

Disgusterous flatmates thing half resolved. Will be sorted out more tomorrow when the res. tutor comes to check that all the rubbish has been taken out. As a gesture of goodwill, I took out a couple of bags with one of the dudes who says he never uses the kitchen either. I bet it's the two guys that weren't even in when the tutor called round. I wash my hands of it.

Anyway, have to tell you this fabulous story from last night. So I'm talking to anne53714 about singing sibling groups and mention the Andrews Sisters. Now, I really like them, so I go off to download some stuff. I find Chattanooga Choo Choo, a song I love. I thusly download and it goes real quick and I listen. About a minute of instrumental stuff is followed by the line "Hi there Dean, what you say?"

Now, I've heard many versions of this song, but the one I'm most used to is a Glenn Miller Orchestra version where it's Tex... something (can never remember the dude's surname). So I hear 'Dean' and for a tense second I'm dying for the next line: "Step aside partner, it's my day..." to see if it's the Dean I think/hope/wish it will be.

And it was. Sounding a little less Dino than I'm used to (if it's earlier work, the drawl and croon was less pronounced). And it was Dean. I wasn't expecting it- I didn't even know he'd recorded it, you know? And it was Dean. anne53714 can vouch for my particularly over-the-top reaction (what, you're shocked and surprised?). It's moments like this I live for... when you get such a fantastic surprise that you weren't expecting, didn't even need... and it's a favourite swing song sung by your favourite singer girls and it's Dean.

And that's my fabulous story. On another note, classes today were the height of dull, but I don't care and neither do you.

PS... One day I'm going to record Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy myself. Maybe I'll get Jools Holland to play piano for me.