Whimsy, Eliza Doolittle, dried squid and alphabet spaghetti

I was listening to Eliza Doolittle, those annoyingly cheerful songs. Her album reminded me of a creep I shared a flat with as a student. He kept dried squid and alphabet spaghetti in his underwear draw. The draw stank of fish. I once caught him alone, singing naked karaoke in his bedroom, while admiring himself in front of a mirror. The song playing at full volume was Sinead O'Connor's version of "Nothing Compares to You". He was cheerful but creepy in a whimsical way, like Doolittle's songs. He once broke down the bathroom door, while I was taking a bath, because he wanted to relieve himself. He would love Eliza Doolittle. Such a spoilt and ghastly boy.