I blame the flatmate - bringing home a sober teenager. Obviously you could cut glass with that thing.
There no one with a few drinks/pounds/years on board could compete with that.
Explain this arrangment - I think I've fallen foul of it before.
Well, she was going out with a guy in a band who needed constant ego massages (seems to be a common state). As far as I could work out she was mostly faking... but deathly afraid of losing him. For me, well, I was doing my best to be virtuous etc. so it was a useful situation, since the level of noise and apparent enjoyment coming from the other room was pretty intimidating.