12 Carrington Street

12 Carrington Street was:

• Sam, who wrote this page
• Brian, who writes letters
• Mark
• Danny
• Nikolaus, who is Beelzebub's Bastard

Can't find the flat? Use this map.

NB: None of us live there any more, and none of us even live together. So this part of the site is cobwebbing fast. Still, some of the stuff we got up to was fairly funny, and the search engines go wild on some of the pages.

Recent events and additions:

• Mark now has a job that requires him to have a stupid sleep pattern. As a consequence, I updated the appropriate page.
• Mark will not swear, even for money. (19th March 1998).
• Nick is, by popular consensus, Beelzebub's Bastard. (16th February 1998).
• Brian has decided he is going to win the GUGS pub crawl. (6th November 1996)
• Mark has become worried about his fabled sleeping problem, and has decided to become middle class. (6th November)
• After a brief hiatus during the summer, 12/4 Southpark Terrace has reformed as 1/2 36 Clarendon Place - without Shaun (still the spawn of Satan). Other improvements include the Radiohead Shed, the Red Light cupboard, and Mark's Throne (also known as the Siege Perilous, or, alternatively, Twat Central). (17th September)
• Scottish Gas (or British Gas as they call themselves outside of Scotland - is there a Welsh Gas? If so, why not an English Gas?) have outdone themselves: they've sent us a final reminder for £170 odd, threatening to take us to court. The only problem was
  1. We never received the original bill, nor the several reminders they claim to have sent us, and
  2. We actually only owed them £10 odd, £160 or so having been added to our account for no apparent reason
  Given that a previous bill was grossly overestimated, Scottish Gas now owe us a hell of a lot of money. More soon, when they get their act together and fix their computer. (13th September)
• Alert! We've been plagiarised!
• Mark got chucked out of University for not doing any work, so we've all moved out of the flat. Some new people have now moved in; if you're out there, please let me know how you're getting on.
• I'm moving out at the end of June, and so is Shaun. So we're looking for flatmates. (14th May)

• Shock! Horror! We've just received a gas bill for £160! This has probably got something to do with Mark's consistent failure to tell the gas board we'd moved upstairs until they threatened to cut off the gas downstairs. (At which point I phoned them myself.) Complex arrangements were agreed upon, and apparently ignored by Scottish Gas who seem to have decided to bill us for both flats, again, twice.
• Scottish Gas have since billed the two flats again, both to "The Occupier" (Mark's name seems to have been mysteriously erased). The bill for 12/1 is about £90 for the last two months, despite us telling them that the flat was unoccupied. They claim that the figures on the bill are actual readings and not estimates, which leaves us puzzled. Are you stealing our gas?. (14th May)
• We have moved! Not very far - just up a few flights of stairs, to flat 4, which
  1. has two single rooms and a double, rather than two doubles
  2. is much warmer, because we use the heat the people below don't want
  3. pissed Shaun off no end.
  (Because we didn't tell him, that's why.) (8th January)
• We wrote 'Merry Xmas' on the wall with Victor Foo's mail. (11th December).
• Shaun is, according to evidence accumulated over the months, the spawn of Satan. (8th December)
• Our flat was broken into because it wasn't secure. We sent a letter to the Accommodation Office asking for compensation; we also wrote another letter that we didn't send.. (7th December)
• Brian was also involved in the famous S.L.A.R.T. incident.

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Last updated 29th August 2000 (but the last main change was on 9th April 1998)
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