Flat mates!!

I forgot to mention that I briefly had another flat mate. As well as my landlord Kevin and his lodger from his previous flat, Viso, we also gained a guy for the fourth room, also named Kevin though he uses the nickname of Tiny! He was to be the live-in chef for the pub, and he told (the other) Kevin how good he was blah, blah, blah!
On the day he moved in, Saturday, I was introduced and found out he was gay too. I met up with my mate Lee and we went out for drinks in town. Tiny came along with us, sort of inviting himself. We assumed he would be meeting his boyfriend in the King's Arms (where he works as a barman) and then staying with him there. Unfortunately he tagged along with us for a couple of hours and seemed reluctant to buy a round. He was also full of s**t! Coming up with story after story about owning a Porsche, being a bare-knuckle fighter, Mr Bear UK, having a yacht being left to him in an inheritance, owning 2 businesses, having an underwear model as a former boyfriend, and on and on and on! Now it could all be true! But I doubt it. He reminds me too much of a work collegaue I used to have, who was also from the same area up north, and coincidentally he came up with so many stories all the time that we ended up believing nothing!
Now if all the above was true, why would he be working in a down-on-its-luck pub on the outskirts of the City of London for £5 an hour and bed and board? And arriving with just the one suitcase and nothing else? And having to get a £40 sub from Kevin on his first day! Suspiscious or what?
Well, he was sacked by Kevin on Monday! He couldn't handle the volume of dinners on an average Monday lunch! He had excelled himself on his first day, but Kevin found out that one of the girls had helped him lots with that. He had told Kevin that he had chef whites for working in, and he found him working in white t-shirts WITH STAINS!
Luckily Kevin has another chef lined up, who should be starting today. Good luck with this one Kevin!!