
"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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He knew nothing of house training because he was so used to having a butler follow him around and a maid make everything tidy.
As a result, when he moved out into a flat his dad gave him in Chelsea (natch), it went from des res to worse-than-the-lower-end-of-the-squat-scene in 30 seconds flat.
One day, it became even too much for him, so he paid - PAID - a friend (not me, I hasten to add) to help him clean it.
They were in the middle of doing so when I made an unscheduled stop, being in the area, and I will never forget seeing his friend wrestling with a couple of saucepans in the kitchen, and when she wrassled them free of each other, the room quickly filling with a huge swarm of flies from the putrid mince they'd been breeding in.
( , Tue 30 Mar 2010, 14:25, 1 reply)
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