I’d say fairly bad, but not as bad as some other boys I lived with. One of my halls flat mates went out to the shops the first afternoon after we arrived, came back with a hundred quid asking what cashback was. He thought they were offering him free money and just asked how much he could have. He then proceeded to burn baked beans to a black crisp on the hob. Having failed at cooking, he then decided to soke the pan, but broke the kettle by putting in on without any water in it. Then just threw his brand new pan in the bin.
I could cook but was very messy. Our flat would have been fully disgusting if not for the fact we had cleaners provided by the halls. As it was the showers and toilet were sort of bareable (but yes, people wouldn’t know to use a toilet brush) and every utensil in the kitchen was always dirty. When the cleaners came, we just put the dirty utensils in the cupboard, they would clean the surfaces, and then we’d take them out again. I only tidied my room when I thought a girl might be stopping by.