Tschüss Matthias und Luca

Bye bye, lads. You were great to have around for a week. 
Such easy going, polite, enthusiastic young men. 
Like young men, you cultivated the look of the Beirut-after-bombing bedroom. But that's fine, because in the shared areas, you were careful not to leave a mess. 
Some days, you were too busy to have a shower. But that's what generous lashings of Playboy aftershave are for. 
It was great to see you have a laugh with Luca and Mimi and Finn when they told you about the time Luca puked beside the ice cream machine in Jimmy Chung's. Or the time I went to school at one in the morning. 
Good luck to you with the volleyball, and the handball (thanks for the confirmation that things haven't changed in the last 25 years, and that one needs to be a certified nutter to play in goals in handball). 
Safe home lads!

The house is (marginally) quiet(er) tonight. 

With a lingering smell of Playboy aftershave in his room, as Finn noticed on his way to bed.