Dh lived in a squat in the 80s when one of the others living there came out of the closet on his 20th birthday and was very soon a nun of perpetual indulgence.
He was ok but the sister nun that he moved in was an evil abomination of a person - he used to do things like spend hours on sex lines that cost ££££/minute then refuse to pay a penny towards the phone bill meaning it got cut off as obviously the others didn’t have spare ££££ around to pay it, he’d start to run a bath then go out to the shop for a packet of biscuits and come back 3 days later - to a very soggy house that had flooded (house was empty when he went out) and the others had had to deal with sorting it out, he had also done the going out for a biscuit for 3 days trick after putting the kettle on - an old aluminium kettle that boiled dry on the gas job it was on - and then got so hot that it melted most of the way up the kettle befor the molten aluminium put out the gas. Luckily no one was smoking when they came in to discover a very gas-y house a few hours later...
The house became the sisters’ London convent for a while - I have memories of being ill in bed with a sick bug and Derek Jarman ringing and having to take lots of messages for him. One of them had a 6 foot condom/penis costume and there’s footage of him annoying a guard on horse guards parade - and the guard being so annoyed that he drew his sword and chased him... all very surreal and all a very long time ago now!