Worse than waking up next to a dead Graham Norton not know what the hell you did the night before?

Is it worse then moving in with people you know who you fall out with but know the tension will go when you move on?

Have moved in with 'strangers' twice - both times in Bristol and funnily enough I don't care whether these people are dead or alive and probably they feel the same about me. Somebody once said to me to ask myself why did I think people were forced to live in a shared house with people they didn't know and now I know why. A warning to anyone planning to do so.