The Delta Martin

We have a Magic Bullet, a Family Fryer, a Spongebob Toastie Maker – so you have the imprint of Spongebob on your sandwich – we’ve got the mini oven, the blender, the rice cooker… the only thing we don’t have is a waffle maker. We’re quite a domesticated flat.
We’re called The Delta Martin, and when we’re drunk it’s called The Delta Martini. Everyone thinks there’s a real cool story behind it, but there’s just not. But then that gives you the opportunity to make up a really awesome new story every time someone asks. We just think Martin is a bloody funny name – sorry if your name is Martin.
For three of us, the first time we saw the flat was when we moved in. We had to have faith in the others that it was going to be all good. It’s just such a random street; you’ll have a student flat, then a real nice mansion-y house, and then a little scummy flat. And then there’s a convent down the end of the road. And Naresh’s Dairy – because they couldn’t use the water to clean the ice cream scoopers after the earthquake, Jessie brought her own spoon and he gave her one for free. He’s a great man; we love Naresh.
We had a flat crawl on St. Patrick’s Day. Five flats, each with a different theme – we went with a hippy theme. We were still picking up green feathers the next day. A couple of our mothers joined the crawl, and they were loving it. We ended up at a couple of fourth year engineers’ flats; they were wondering who the cougars were.
Our flat warming was held spontaneously on a Tuesday. It ended up in a spontaneous cupcake fight. It was just our flat doing it in this one room; everyone else either got the hint to leave, or just kept on partying in another room. We came out in the morning and there was cupcake everywhere. It took two washes to get all the cupcake out of your hair, and we were finding it in clothes for the next week.
We have a Flat List Book. Every time something funny is said, it gets recorded, including our first flat domestic. “On the 18/2/11 at 4:13am, first flat domestic: Ellie cannot go to sleep because we’re all talking.” That’s about the extent of the domestics. It’s got random quotes in it; if people go away for the weekend they can write notes in it. We decided we’d keep an actual hard copy because it’d be funny to read back at the end of the year.
We’ve all got red cars, apart from Ellie. We really want to paint her car red. It’ll happen one day.