
"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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Some mates (and now ex-colleagues) of mine all share a house, 4 in all, all blokes, all mid twenties, most fairly lazy.
Not long after moving in the arms race for them cleaning anything up was still in progress, so the place itself was fairly manky. This resulted in one member of the house acquiring food poisoning (he claims) simply by touching the kitchen work surfaces.
It has also resulted in a complete stranger, passing on the street and casually looking in their kitchen window, to report them to the local council, prompting a warning letter from said council. The guys in the house took particular offense to this, because as well as being cheeky as fuck, the arms race to clean the house had actually been won and they'd started cleaning long before the good samaritan passed by.
( , Fri 26 Mar 2010, 15:17, 1 reply)

should have tracked the Nazi weasel down and shat through his letterbox - then phoned the council.
( , Fri 26 Mar 2010, 15:42, closed)
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