"Part of my kitchen floor are thick with dust, grease, part of a broken mug, a few mummified oven-chips, a desiccated used teabag and a couple of pieces of cutlery", says Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic. To most people, that's filth. To some of us, that's dinner. Tell us about squalid homes or obsessive cleaners.
(, Thu 25 Mar 2010, 13:00)
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Many, many years ago (1983) when I was a student in Newcastle I lived in a house on Westgate Road here and I used to throw old kebab wrappers behind the wardrobe in my bedroom (seemed like a good idea after several pints of 80 shilling).
One night I was lying in bed and could hear something rustling - it was the mice eating the grease saturated kebab wrapper. I found the holes the bastards were using and blocked them up with crushed Marlboro packets.
Never did get rid of the kebab wrappers.
(, Thu 25 Mar 2010, 13:57, Reply)
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