I was thinking of this when reading another thread today.
When I was at Uni I lived with two other women in a house share. The bedrooms were tiny and no room for TVs but it didn't matter as we all watched the soaps together in the living room every night.
After a year or so one of the girls - let's call her Becky - was starting to grate a little on me and the other flatmate. Things like taking an hour in the only bathroom in a morning doing things like make up that could be done in her bedroom. Leaving wet towels on the bathroom floor and not squeejying (sp) the shower partition (the bathroom was gross and would get mould if we didn't), washing 3 tops at a time (bills weren't included in rent) then not taking them out the machine for a full day and going mental if me and our other flat mate did to put ours in, leaving lights on constantly, forgetting to lock the front door etc.
Then Becky got a boyfriend, who would come round EVERY night and sit with us while we watched TV. Which ruined the dynamic, but was also annoying because he'd moan about the soaps and TV we watched. He was Portuguese and was awful about "English girls". Would see Kat Slater on the TV and say "see this is how Portuguese men see English girls. As fat tarts, this is why we only want English girls for sex, so ugly and loud" etc. Becky was English and would sit simpering saying "oh isn't he funny" 
apparently he lived with his his parents and didn't want to take Becky to his house until they were serious (she saw him every fucking night for 2 months). He'd also be rude about our decor, our possessions, the food we ate, everything. Then they would have LOUD sex - our other flatmate shared a partition wall with them and used to often come and get in with me to get away from the noise 
we did raise the issues with Becky but she didn't want to hear it, accused us of jealousy
Until one night when me and the other flatmate had stayed in and they went out on a night out. In that time we said it was time to ask Becky to leave or find our own place. They came back at midnight and he was SO rude because we were watching big brother. We were stupid, thick English girls (my friend was Scottish, which is apparently 'the same') and no man would ever love us when we spend our nights slobbing about the living room being unfeminine. Becky again just simpered and giggled then they went off to have the world's loudest sex. We decided enough was enough and it was payback time. We put Branston pickle in his shoes and his jacket pockets the next morning he went MENTAL. I'll never forget the squidge noise his foot made when he put it in his shoe and Branston pickle flopped out. He then noticed his pockets and started screaming about how we owed him £400 (his jacket from from George at Asda, we checked) and we are disgusting English girls. We just laughed our heads off as he waved his pickled hands about Becky actually cried, packed a bag and declared she was moving in with him. Fine by us. She came the next day for the rest of her stuff and handed her notice in with the landlord who let her end the tenancy straight away. A week later, she called us to say it hadn't worked out with the boyfriend and she was coming back. Sorry Becky, but your room's already been rented out by a lovely English girl