I had ended up stinking of mold by the end of the year.

http://www.external.stir.ac.uk/visitor_info/short_breaks/index.php

we lived above a greasy spoon cafe and the vent from their kitchen ran through our kitchen, so we all constantly smelled like chips. OH GOD IT'S BEEN FOUR YEARS SINCE I WAS A STUDENT :'(

at my first uni; a quaint maisonette

at my second uni; a converted shop in the middle of a manchester council estate, with a chinese take away as a next door neighbour and racist teenagers vandalising the house (they were throwing potatoes at our windows, we believe in a malicious act of violence against the irish girl)

http://photos-006.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v198/7/53/564421006/n564421006_1053751_2651.jpg mineee, though its much tidier and better laid out now

Unfortunately we ruined it by turning the place into a pigsty. Still, we had Pugwall lyrics pinned to the wall and there was always milk in the fridge, so it wasn't that bad.

in Putney owned by mate's dad. £45 a week and we never saw a single bill. Pair of spoilt bastards.

Seven bedrooms, four storeys, nice garden out back. It's nicer than where I live now.

I was forever cleaning the kitchen because the girls I lived with were pretty disgusting. We had hand prints on the wall that someone made the first night we got there.

anything and everything became an ashtray, including cups and plates - often with half-eaten meals stuck to them - so, unsurprisingly, we had a bit of a problem with rats.

We were very nearly thrown out when the landlord made a surprise visit to the house and discovered it was in a disgraceful state, but fortunately for us it was already the last semester and it would have made no sense to chuck us.

On top of that, the house next door was derelict and had been annexed by a flock of pigeons, so you could expect to be woken up at 4.30 every fucking morning by the noisy little cunts cooing and twittering.

That said my room was beyond ace, it really was huge, and the house was in a really good spot for Chester city centre/uni/pubs. Wouldn't mind paying £55 a week in rent again either. Them were t'days, etc.

1970s flat-block halls. We were the last people to live in them so we could do what we liked to them really. But they were very cheap so they had no lounge area, just a kitchen.

second and third year - big house, 5 bedrooms, 20 minutes from uni, really shoddy condition. My room was pink and quite tidy. The communal areas still make me feel ill thinking about them. I used to sit on the sofa and yoghurt pots filled with ash would fall on me :(

fourth year - big house, 6 bedrooms, 15 minutes from uni. Not quite so disgusting, still pretty bad in communal areas. I had a nice attic room. The sitting room was wood panelled with a weird concrete fireplace, nice.

I don't miss my student houses AT ALL. I miss the people, but I wouldn't want to live with them again (except the nice clean one I still live with)

if you can call it a student house. Its a one bed flat im sharing with my boyfriend and another DiSer for the summer. Its on a nice leafy street in a nice part of Manchester with a modern interior and "trendy" exposed brickwork.

I'll probably apply to this place

http://www.gla.ac.uk/departments/scene/

It was disgusting purely because the other people were the messiest people I have ever known.

At one point I actually had to put a note (I hate doing this) on the bathroom door which said 'if you piss on the toilet seat please have the decency to wipe up after yourself' in red marker.

All the houses round here are Victorian terraces and all leak in the same places.

The worst house I lived in wasn't even that cheap. The sofa was broken and had nails sticking out of it in a certain bit, and the girls who were there before us were idiots - there was plastic on one of the burners on the stove where they'd put a milk carton on it when it was on, and there was a large burnt circle in the living room carpet where they'd put a hot frying pan on the floor. We also found cutlery including kitchen knives down the back of the sofa.

I met this African guy who had a house. He was a bit mental. He'd married this disabled English woman and inherited her house. It was in a nice area but hadn't been done up in years. It was a semi-detatched but had a huge garden. Rather than build an extention he'd literally put a portakabin at the back door, then sometime later put one at the back of that and knocked a hole through, and so on and so on. I got a proper bedroom, well, i say a proper bedroom, it was advertised as a double with ensuite. Somehow, and it still worries me, he'd built a shower inside a wardrobe, put a bit of a tray in the bottom and voila, according to him it was a shower cubicle. It hadn't been decorated since the 70s, the gas-fire leaked, all the furniture was shit and he wouldn't let me change any of it. Everyone had a cupboard in the kitchen, those council estate kind from the 80s that had brown laminate on the front, he insisted we all had our own and had padlocks on them. He lived in the downstairs bedroom with some woman and it was impossible to bring friends round, even during the day. The bathroom was an awful plum-coloured set and it STUNK of piss. As i said, my room was a double, kind of like a converted twin living room, in one room was my bed and wardrobe-shower and in the other was a suite, TV etc. He didn't seem to understand the tennant/landlord etiquette, quite often i came home to find him watching my TV and scratching his balls. Eventually the showe broke, so i had to use the shared one. To get to it i had to walk down two sets of stairs, through the front room, kitchen and three DIY-style bedrooms.

1st: Was shared with 7 other blokes in Nottingham and it was a brand new furnished flat so it was pretty nice. It was pretty massive and we had big partys in the kitechen/livin room, with me DJing to 20/30 people we invited back from club nights etc.

2nd: was a lil house in Beverly was pretty nice also but my room stank of damp it was rank, but I wasn't there long anyway. Oh and the roof leaked out the back. There were no big partys, it was pretty boring in comparision. You could get chip spice just steps away from the front door though ;)

hideous halls, with bugs that came up from the disgusting flat below. Once one of the windows fell out and onto someone walking below it, luckily it was only from the second floor but there was still blood all over the ground the next day.
2nd year: really nice massive flat, 20/30 minutes from uni, i got the smallest bedroom which was still a double and pretty big, but the people i lived with were neat-freaks so it was all a bit tense living with them as i don't do the washing up straight after i've eaten OMG.
3rd year and 4th year (now): lovely small flat, 10 minutes cycle from uni in a really good area, i have the biggest room with bay windows/double bed/amazing tiled fireplace etc, nice kitchen/livingroom with cool stove, and a shared garden we never use. My flatmates aren't disgusting and aren't freakishly tidy, awesome!

i had strip lighting and venetian blinds in my room.

half of the house was locked off from the 8 of us living there. we had a room called "dr louise howard" which we broke into and used for parties. we also had a "motor research unit" which we never managed to break into.

i paid £30 a week inc all bills.

i lived in a nice flat above an italian bakery. high ceilings with ceiling fans and a little kitten running around. i was only a student for six months though. fun fact: you can see the outside of the building in the film Jumanji for about 1 second. exciting!

cleaning rota.

Kim and Aggie would literally die. Probably of a vicious necrotising bacteria