When I was at Uni I lived in a bungalow

As such the living room was in the centre of the house with rooms all around. This was good: Big room, this was also bad: no windows except a rubbish skylight into the loft. (which had a sklight on the roof)

Anyway the only light was a very special looped flurescent bulb that invariably blew within a week. Our landlord was a pikey scumbag and never got around to fixing it, but as resourceful students we found a way!

We saw it on the way back from the pub on a sunny Wednesday afternoon, peeking a cheeky little corner out of a skip outside a different pub that was being refurbished.

We could hardly believe our eyes when we got close, such a thing of beauty had never been within reach of mere students!

It was the enormous, electric, lighting up sign from the pub! It was 2 meters long and more than one meter high. On it were the imortal words "Bar Oz" and a lovely picture of Australia.* It was pretty messed up, but we had faith!


Getting it home was to be fair a bit of an issue, it weighed a ton and we were'nt allowed on the bus. But to cut a long story short many swear words, gallons of sweat, 1 broken toe and 2 irate pensiors later we got it home to the bungalow.

It took up an entire wall of the living room. Perfect!

The next day was spent cleaning, rewiring and generally fixing the behemoth up. After some toil, many electric shocks and a good quantity of beer and biftas, it was ready.

Blackpool can lick my hairy pouch, it was amazing. Well I say amazing it actually gave off fuck all light, but through a smokey haze it was a thing of beauty.

*this was later used as a refrence for some Geography coursework, this may explain my Desmond.
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 17:27, 1 reply)

This gets my *click*...
Just for the sheer resourcefulness of students - recycling is good
( snee held his breath since, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 11:55, closed)