I recently asked how I could get rid of my flatmate who was making the lives of everyone who lived with her a misery: http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/sy3lh/reddit_how_can_i_get_rid_of_my_crazy_flatmate/

And a couple of people asked for an update, so here's what happened:

I contacted my landlord and detailed all the shit that had gone down. To my complete surprise, he instantly agreed that she sounded like "a complete nightmare" and he said that he was was happy not to renew her lease. So after a lot of excitement and psyching ourselves up, myself and my other flatmate went into her lair to have a talk.

We tell her she should leave. She says she's staying. We say actually no she isn't, because the landlord won't be renewing her lease.

We try to discuss it calmly but it turns into an argument because we had forgotten that her arguing style is to pick out one tiny piece of irrelevant shit and then beat it to death. We then stop it and just get out of there.

We tried to tell her to cut the stomping around and messing stuff up or we'd have her kicked out but it the end that part wasn't really emphasised enough.

We waited for her to contact the landlord to make out that she was the victim but if she did nothing came of it.

Myself and the others feel more relaxed in the flat now, because although she's still going about like thunder, the knowledge that she's going makes it easier to bear.

We've already found a nice guy to take her place. Only 43 days left!

Thanks to everyone for your help.

TL;DR: Success!

Edit: Am I a complete fool for really thinking that she wouldn't damage stuff? I just don't think she would! But OK, will consider taking pics of everything. Thanks guise.

Saint Peter looks at him, looks in The Book and says:
– I don't see anything really good for you. Really bad neither. Let's make a deal, you give me one good action and I let you pass in heaven.
The guy scratches his head:
– Well, I was minding my own business when on a parking lot, I see ten bikers messing with a lady. I arrive and ask them to stop but a 2 meters giant, full of tattoo and with crazy eyes tells me to leave or he'll kill me. But I stand up and tell him to fuck off.

Saint Peter looks again in his book, amazed:
– I don't see that in my book. When did this happen?
– About five minutes ago.