I lived in a place similar to Loafer's Lodge
I lived in a place similar to Loafer's Lodge
Across the hall and one door down, there was a convicted arsonist but he was alright. The biggest problem I had was the bed bugs. Nobody seemed to care about that except me. I guess if you smoke 'P' every day, you're scratching and itching all the time, and would probably think it was normal to have itchy skin. So the bed bugs were fully grown. Nobody asked to have their room sprayed, I had to complain constantly until the useless landlord finally got tired of hearing about bed bugs every day (landlord isn't on site, and may have lived in another city). As I left, they were spraying some of the rooms to reduce the bed bug population.
I was bitten in the night by very small ones and it's bloody concerning that they were in my bedding. Around the time I left, there were large bed bugs crawling across my floor, from the room above or below me. I'm lucky that they didn't move on my belongings and contaminate my next rental! Once they make themselves at home it's impossible to 100% remove them, unless you can heat an entire building complex to around 55 Celsius. Which means lost profit for the landlords of course, lol. They can get into any gap, so your PC, laptop and phone have to be thrown away if it's contaminated with bed bug eggs.
Once I walked down the hallway and a guy came out of a door ahead of me, from the left side of the hall. He looked to his right and saw me, then he walked left, the same way I was going. This guy reeked like P.
Some of these tenants had been to prison before, because a couple of them were obsessed with rules. I went to the lounge one evening to see what channels they had. When I picked up the remote and changed the channel, some guys near the entrance way told me that I couldn't do that. I didn't realise they were watching because they were off to the side, not really in the room. They waited for me to touch the remote and then they spoke. Maybe they're not allowed food in the lounge, except for on the table near the entry hall where they sat? Anyway, these guys seemed to take the rules rather seriously than what I'd normally expect. They must have learned this in prison with the lockup times etc.
One time I got a newsletter from the lodge in which they said that a tenant had died. I later found out he had hanged himself in the cupboard. Some tenants were so poor that they washed their clothes in the communal kitchen sinks.
This place is 15 Sioux Avenue, Wigram, Christchurch and it shouldn't exist.
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While there are a lot more of them, these sorts of places aren't new.
In 1973 my job moved me from Timaru to Christchurch, and I had two weeks before I could move into the flat I'd rented. I took a room at a down-at-heel central city establishment which had been one of the city's leading hotels in the thirties and forties.
The police were through every night, often with dogs. The staff advised me to keep to my room between 10:00am and 1:00pm, because things could get fairly fraught. The prostitutes and gay clientele were OK, but the pimps and crims were nasty. I was pleased when my fortnight came to an end.