JD's House

HS and I popped in on JD after we'd eaten, he lives in a studio flat in a huge house with multitude of others, many of them nutters by the sound of it. He'd lost his soul to the launderette on a Friday evening (criminal) so wouldn't come out for a drink. Recent occurences in bedsit land have been: crazy woman with the scotty dog upstairs stopped shouting suddenly and after a week of being very quiet was discovered to have died; and drunkard next door had been on a binge and fallen asleep while smoking setting the place on fire (properly on fire - fire engines, smoke filled rooms) - later he was evicted - new neighbour wears madman trousers (too short - when standing too much sock shows). All of which leads to hermit-like behaviour.