My diabolical flatmate

For nine months I had a flatmate from France staying at my house and he caused many heated discussions among my friends and raised many thoughts with me. Except that he had no social competence whatsoever and did not eat nor sleep, he played Baroque music all night long as well as voted for Front National and tried to seduce my sister as well as poision my cats. As you may well understand he is no longer my flatmate but yesterday I was suddenly reminded of his existence when there was an envelope in my mailbox with his name on it. As I am so immoral I quickly opened the envelope and found a magazine with the title Diabolica or something similar and it seemed to be addressed to all Satan worshippers of Sweden! Well, I never stop being surprised of this 25-year-old who had his studies financied by a 50-year-old lesbian friend of the family and who sent a letter to all his relatives to announce that he was very unhappy with his childhood... and in spite of all the above I cannot help thinking that my life was so much more exciting when I had such a strange flatmate and that it is a lot more undramatic with a nice girl from Norrköping for a flatmate.