The Brum Baby

Let me ask you a question. Countrylife, Lurpak, Anchor or “I can’t believe it’s not butter”? If you had to pick one, is there a difference?
Now, I know for some people it is crazy to think people could have a favourite, yet I also know there are people out there who only eat/use certain brands of things… but, in all honesty, can one really afford to be that picky when they are a student? Can a young guy at university really demand a particular brand of butter? More importantly, is he justified to be ungrateful for what he is given if he is requesting food, which isn’t his own, from a flat, which isn’t his own, a flat that owes nothing to him? I think not.

Meet the Brum Baby.

The homeless harbourer’s best mate is a 20 year old guy, a guy who is from Birmingham originally. Let me make this clear, he is from Birmingham, yes that means his family lives about 10 minutes away from our accommodation and are literally a simple phone call away from helping him or providing him with anything he needs. Including butter.
About 2 weeks ago the Brum Baby came knocking at our flat door, at 1am, demanding us to let him use our butter, not just any butter, he made it perfectly clear that he would not take anything less than Countrylife, the cheek. But we are used to it, we are used to seeing his painfully empty Tesco shop arriving every week, which is only full of Maoam sweets, biscuits, a pile of garlic breads and pizza bases. We are used to his endless moaning regarding the fact that he has to write the odd essay here and there. We are used to his childish games of trying to persuade his temporary parent (our flatmate) to have a “takeaway party” every night. And we are used to him crying and being extra paranoid whenever he thinks someone is giving him a dirty look, which probably means they are simply looking his way.

It is sad to be honest, to see a grown boy struggle so much with the simple things and be so totally dependent on anybody and everybody… no wonder why he didn’t move away from home, but personally, if I could give one piece of advice, if you think that you, yourself, are that kind of person, please move away from home…as far as possible.

Watching the Brum Baby has taught me to embrace university life as much as possible, to become independent, grow up and learn life lessons that I never would have any other way or anywhere else.

20 years old. 1st year at University. What did he really expect exactly?
You can’t be knocking on flat doors begging random girls to sew on buttons on your shirts so you can sell them on depop… take this opportunity to learn not to be such a mummy’s boy/girl.

Move away. Have Fun. Don’t look back. Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

Over and Out
xx

Beauty and the Geek

Dear uni girls,

What is it about us and always favouring the hot bad ass over the quieter and less-likely-to-screw-you-over kind of guy. Since we were little girls we have been plagued with cute Disney films like Beauty and the Beast, where we’re told to look past the exterior and actually get to know a guy before passing judgement. However, this rarely happens. In reality, girls ignore this and cant see past trying to find their, totally unrealistic, perfect, Prince Charming.

Proof of this is my other flatmate. Never been kissed and yet you’ll never meet a nicer guy, he’s the kind of guy that’s all limbs and heart. Tall, gangly but sweet is how you’d describe him and yet because of us overlooking the nice guy, he could go by without a second glance. Meanwhile, us girls are left broken hearted because of the guy we’ve been warned about 100 times. When my flatmate, and I’m sure many more guys just like him, are right there, in plain sight, waiting to give girls the love they want and need.

A word of advice, next time a guy you’d normally call a loser comes by, give him a chance, get to know him and you might just get to like him. I promise, sometimes what you think you want, is not necessary what is best for you.

Over and out

xx

Harbouring the homeless

Okay, so my university experience has been so abnormal since the second I started in September. It has been everything but what I expected, such crazy, yet amazing, things happen every day so it has come to the point where I feel it is just necessary to write everything down.

The strangest thing to have happened recently was last week when my flatmate brought some homeless men back to the flat after a night out. Full disclosure, he now refers to them as the ‘lads’. So anyway, the ‘lads’ came back with him, yes to our university accommodation, after an invitation to stay the night- an offer they simply could not refuse! After our flatmate saw our confused faces through the window, he barged into the kitchen, told us all to fuck off, making it very clear that he’d do whatever the hell he wanted; in fairness, he felt instantly remorseful and started apologising. They, the ‘lads’, stayed of course, helping themselves to a warm shower in the morning, good for them. I suppose, our flatmate was doing a good thing, right? You’d think. Although he gave them a roof over their heads and although he gave them money, £100 to be exact, he also gave these guys a shit ton of weed. So, it’s kind of hard for me to see how he aided them? Except from the fact that he probably moved them from alcoholics, which they had confessed to being, into druggies. As well as that, he moved them off one floor and just put them on another, but as long as he feels good about himself I guess? You win some you lose some.

The weirdest thing is, I kind of got it. Not at first, not when I had to sleep with one eye open, scared about the strangers in my flat. I mean, when he brought them back my first thought was obviously to take my ‘Slanket’ to my room… considering I’m a student that was the most valuable thing I owned, don’t judge!! But I did eventually get it, we went out a few days later and I saw this toilet attendant in the club, that i’d spoken to a few times, I literally wanted to give her everything I owned, I wanted to help her in any way I could. So, I got it, I too would’ve given her my whole degree! I must say though, it doesn’t make it any stranger that he thought bringing his ‘lads’ back to a flat, a flat he doesn’t own, was acceptable. Fingers crossed we won’t be having any unexpected guests over soon… but I promise, if we do, you will be the first to find out!

Over and out

xx