Come And Knock On Our Door
Most of us have, at some point in our lives, shared a flat, house or dorm room with someone who wasn't related to or romantically involved with us. Personally, having spent most of my twenties in a high-rent area and possessing, as I do, a whimsical and vagabond-ish nature, I've gone through a lot of roommates. A lot. I've lived with vegans and vegetarians, Ukranians and librarians. A roommate can be your best friend, or, more often, a total nightmare. They play loud music when you want to sleep, or they want to sleep when you play loud music. They don't do their dishes; they leave passive aggressive notes when you don't do your dishes. I have a story which involves a Brazilian cult and I'll tell it to you when I know you better. And while stories are peachy and make you ever so popular at parties, a copacetic cohabitation is even peachier. So if you are on the prowl for a roommate, here's a brief list of types to aspire to or avoid.
The Stoner: Floyd, "True Romance"
The Nurturer: Wallace, "Scott Pilgrim vs. The World"
The Looker(s): Brint, Meekus and Rufus, "Zoolander"
The Loose Cannon: Withnail, "Withnail and I"
The Biohazard: Spike, "Notting Hill"
The Cautionary Tale: Alex, David and Juliet, "Shallow Grave"
The Perfect Fit: Tim and Daisy, "Spaced"
Joanna Robinson is rather miffed* with the BBC for not allowing her to embed any clips from "Spaced". If you haven't seen the series, do yourself a favor and check it out. If you have, she was going to use "the finger gun" scene. *(bad anglophile, stole a biscuit)