Ah, where do we start. Oh I know….

Its no suprise I found someone with equally awful experiences. I was the poor fool who lived in the basement flat where you looked round.

The reason why the chap was so scared was a: He was a very shy fellow and b: the premises were full of scallywags who would rob you without a second thought.

When I left I was calling the police weekly (I was on first name basis) and of course I was barricading my door too, so no surprise there. Also you can actually see the damp float up and down the wall depending on the tide level..

How can I say all this, well enviromental health have a VERY healthy interest in the activitys of this bunch of crooks and criminal so plenty of evidence exists.

And thanks again to (Braingrind the Man-Bear) Alexis and the abernet fellows that deflected the wrath of the famed ‘Mr Stabby’ one evening after ghosts stole his jewellery. I ended up staying at St Marys Hall.. Yes it was THAT bad…..

Fortunatly I found a Private Landlord after and never looked back. I actually never looked back…..