Now whether your concept of space sharing is shaped by The Odd Couple or by Shallow Grave (any which way two of the best films of all time, surely?), you will have to agree that the course of true co-habitation rarely runs smooth. There’s always something - whether it’s sterilising everything within a five foot radius of the kitchen or contaminating everything within a five foot radius of the kitchen, failing to wash the bath after use, or failing to use the bath - that niggles its way into the core of your psyche, and turns you from domestic pussy cat into sabre-toothed urban tiger.
Of course, very occasionally the thing actually works, chalk and cheese style, and you end up with perfect domestic bliss. Sometimes lasting friendships are formed, and wedding bells are rung.
Anyway, Londonist has learnt of a new competition organised by housemateheaven.com the aim of which is to celebrate the best and the worst of flatsharedom in London. There will be naming and shaming and small prizes and a lot of fun.
So come on Londonist readers: dish the dirt (um, literally): whether you live with a paragon of the pristine or a selfish slob, get online and enter them. At the very least they might get the message.
Piccie courtesy of Kaptain Kobold’s flickr stream.