Tenancy review for 265 Marston Road in Headington, Oxford rented from Kieran Lynch

Landlord rating: 1

Mofo tried to steal my deposit by asking for "removal costs" of throwing in the trash his own mesozoic age television. After I gave him almost 20K for living in his ****hole for 2 years. The epitome of a parasite that lives off people work. And instead of feeling guilty or at least being grateful, he's even racist. He purposefully misspelled my name hundreds of times. I had a new name each time we met, one time I even had to directly ask him to stop and to write down my name on his phone contact, because the mockery was starting to get really outrageous, and my name is not even that complicated. And I'm also just Italian I don't even come from a third world country (supposedly :D). What a piece of cake this scumbag was, a feudal lord, not a landlord.

Property rating: 1

Flat was old like my grandma, very poor insulation (had to reseal all the windows), mold everywhere, had to change the laundry machine (old and dirty), even the fridge (noisy and the sealing was compromised so it couldn't be closed). The shower tray was a left over from WW2, made out of plastic, and bent, at one point it started to leak and stain the ceiling. Furniture was awful. The mattress was unhygienic, completely yellow, old and cheap as hell (but the rent wasn't cheap at all), I had to seal it (and I'm also allergic to dust mites) and use a topper.

Area rating: 1

The house was semidetached so I was confident there would have been little chance of being annoyed by noise. Boy, was I wrong! (even the previous tenant warned me, but I was in a desperate rush to find an accomodation, in the nightmarish market situation, and having to live in student accomodations) The spanish couple living downstairs was so lousy and loud, they were animals. Constantly shouting and slamming doors (and I was in constant rage, a big toll on my mental health and no quiet at all, and they went on repeatedly for many nights, often until 3AM-4AM), no way a reasoning with them in a civil manner, not even stomping on the floor and shouting at them to stfu was enough. No way of calling the police on them (they were not playing music at max level, it was that grey area in which you're unfortunately not protected by the law, and you know.. The racist feudal lord has not been very helpful, or friendly at all). You may imagine how many times I wished I could have killed them, the constant rage of being powerless against some weirdos, I wonder how you can even have a job and stay up all night pretty much every other day, I even tried to retaliate, stomping on the floor and timing the laundry machine, and it was effective (that's how you reason with animals) for a bit, but then they started again and I lost it completely and instead of leaving explosives into their letterbox or just kicking the guy's ass to really send the message through (I'm not that kind of person, but with these primates that's the only thing they understand) I finally decided to just *ucking leave and change job and town. What a rollercoaster.