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"I'm from Bencraft" The boy said quietly hoping that the girl wouldn't judge him by living in such a shithole, "Where's that?" The girl asked... It's next to the FUCKING CREMATORIUM, tell that to your friends next time they ask, well thats if you have any... Lol you're from Bencraft, you wont have any! So basically the Sahara desert homes more life than it, the laundry room gives you a new illness everytime you leave and living in Bencraft will turn your flatmates into alcoholics.
Bencraft is the ghetto of university halls in Southampton. The common room is three sofas and a non-functional TV, the washing room is sweatbox torture, and the kitchens are worthy of Homes Under the Hammer. If you enjoy the sounds of foxes shagging into the early hours of the morning, this is 10/10 the best for that. Also, theres a fucking crematorium next door. Avoid like a pity fuck outside Jesters.
Let's be honest, Bencraft is a s**thole. There's a reason it's the cheapest accommodation. We even started using 'bencraft' as an adjective to describe something that's just a bit s***ty, a bit naff. It won't be in use much longer. I just kept reminding myself of the £3000 I saved by being there and not Mayflower. But we united in our hatred of all its worst, most bencraft aspects, and the social side of things was fantastic.
The bottom of the barrel in terms of Southampton accommodation. If you're here it's either because you were late applying, the uni couldn't be bothered to process your application quick enough, you're skint as f*ck, or you're an international student the uni doesn't think will moan too much. The thing with Bencraft is that it isn't even s**t in one specific way. Wessex has more of a youth hostel feel to it, which isn't homely at all, Mayflower is falling apart, and Liberty Point feels like the hotel from The Shining. It's just sort of disappointing all round, like a loud fart at your grandfathers' 90th birthday party. It's the erectile dysfunction of Southampton uni halls, a 30 second thrust followed with a vague moan of disappointment and a quiet vow to never refer to the experience again. It's also ridiculously far away from everything, and it's absolutely tiny, and it's right next to a crematorium so night-time wanders are the bleakest thing ever. But it /is/ dirt cheap.