Saturday, July 21, 2012

Mr. Burch asked me to write a bit of commentary concerning his accommodation at the Winkworth house in Bristol.  After having him explain the conditions of the place, I wrote this....


As this is student housing, I understand some of the more comfortable aspects of accommodation may not be possible.  I am very forgiving of this fact.  Nonetheless, the mold that persists throughout my room and kitchen is rather off-putting.  I was told by the rude lady that inspects our rooms every 3-4 months that the grout was to be dealt with inside my toilet.  She must've either been mistaken or lying because nothing of the sort has occurred.  The heat that seems NOT to emanate from my heating radiator is a bit unfortunate, especially given many of my flatmates do not have that problem.  The foul shit-stench that rises from my shower drain is also terrible.  It forces me to run my vent continuously.  In fact, the only time my vent is turned off, is when that rude lady does so when inspecting our rooms.  Which by the way, I am the one paying for this accommodation and if I want a gaggle of pubic hair on the toilet seat, jism on the mirror, or a sweltering corn-laced turd stacked on the floor of my shower, that is my own goddamn business and I do not need shit from some under qualified cunt-cramped hag on how to properly maintain my living quarters.  I understand that the inside of the toilet can get a little brown as compared to the outside, but something tells me if the toilets actually flushed properly, this would not be an issue.  Speaking of poorly flushing toilets, it is sometimes required for me to flush it 3 or 4 times in order to properly remove its contents.  I notice that after doing this I get a brownish shit water that leaks from the bottom of the toilet that then dries and adds to the already foul smell.  Once maintenance men came to correct the issue, but much like the broken latch on my door and the poorly working heater, their efforts were futile.

For a moment, I felt better when the dryers were replaced in the laundry, until I realized they were replaced by machines that were inferior.  It is not enough that the laundry smells like a horse stable, but now we have to pay more to dry our clothes.  

The excessive fire alarms are inexcusable.  I understand there are alarms here and there, but we have had several in a row during the middle of cold nights, where often we've had to stand outside for 20-30 minutes.  Most of the security are nice and respectful, but there is one tall fellow that looks a little like Soda Popinski from "Punch-Out," that is an over-bearing, raised-voiced, prick.  As a result of "crying wolf" too many times, when I hear a fire alarm, I put in my ear plugs and stay in my room.  

When people ask me about Bristol University, I speak highly of the city and the instructors.  My education experience has been a good 7 out of 10.  However I always suggest to prospective students to attend elsewhere.  I have filled out several third party surveys, responded to posts put on internet forums, and put up blog posts about the piss poor accommodation at this University.  I sincerely hope that I detract as many people as possible from coming here.  I hope that so many people choose not to come to this University, that cut-backs are made and you have to fire that rude lady that comes and inspects our rooms every few months.