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My landlord had some builders in to remove a staircase in an outbuilding when a rusty biscuit tin fell out from under the woodwork.

What wonders were in this hidden treasure box? Two live hand grenades and 40 rounds of ammunition. From WW2. I've never seen builders run before.

What hidden treasures have you uncovered?

(, Thu 30 Jun 2005, 13:33)
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How odd
I got a Scottish £20 note and the bank was very happy to change it for me. If they're illegal, why would they do that (btw, it was Barclays, so that might explain a lot)
(, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 13:15, Reply)
Hidden smut
Whilst sorting out the contents of my loft in my old house, I found that the floor had been sealed with pages from a 1950/60s smut mag. Nothing much to report, but dildos were a lot cheaper back then!
(, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 13:15, Reply)
Scottish notes are actually technically not bank notes but prommissary notes. So up your kilt, haggis muncher!
(, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 12:15, Reply)
We moved
house some time ago, and with the aid of a torch, I can see a big old dusty brown suitcase in the far corner of the loft.

I haven't dared look in it yet, in case it contains a body.
(, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 11:43, Reply)
£100 notes
er, yes we do. they are scottish notes. (lets not get into that argument again please)
(, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 11:37, Reply)
We don't have £100 notes in Britain you fuckwit
(, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 11:15, Reply)
A bright and
shiney WW2 bugle in a hedge in Somerset. My friend didn't think once before belting out a tune on it, he did however decide he'd clean it first after I recalled the trumpet scene from American Pie.
(, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 9:52, Reply)
My attic
I moved into my house a couple of months ago, but had yet to explore the attic. Inspired by this week's question, I decided to go and have a look.

Now, my house has high ceilings, and I'm not very tall. And I don't own a stepladder. Undeterred, I pushed my desk from the next room under the trapdoor, and clambered up, but it wasn't even high enough to stick my head through the door! So I fetched my stool and put that on the desk. Still not high enough. I went downstairs and fetched a chair and put that on top.

I climbed up my furniture mountain which was wobbling rather alarmingly, and struggled to push the trapdoor up. I stuck my head through, shone my torch around excitedly and found...

...absolutely fuck all.

Then I fell off the furniture mountain as I was trying to climb down and banged my head on the bed.

Thanks B3ta.
(, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 9:43, Reply)
Whilst dusting shelves in the "new" apartment (I live here now)
I found skis and... the classic cheap white hard plastic vibrator, with the cliche brown ring round the base... I mean... come on! Couldn't the chick who lived here before me at least own a decent silcone vibe? BAH!
(, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 6:58, Reply)
A second world war steel helmet belonging to my long deceased grandad in the attic. The helmet was in the attic, not the rotting corpse of my mother's father. Just to clarify.

Also a porn mag! Just yesterday! Stuffed behind the sink in the loo! I'm 22 years old and that definately still counts as treasure.
(, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 0:54, Reply)
Not quite the question BUT:
My friend once found an old dud (he thought) mortar shell once while out with the Scouts. He took it home and placed it on his shelf, where it remained innocently for several years. Until his mother insisted he remove it that is. Being a sensible and civic minded young lad he trotted along to the police station, clutching his unexploded bomb under his arm. Upon arrival he placed it on the desk, explained what it was and watched as the entire Angel, Islington police station was summarily evacuated, and the Bomb Squad called in to defuse it. In the end, it did turn out to be a dud - and no charges were pressed - but the incident got written up in the Islington Gazette (and a front page no less) under the headline "Teenager Wanders In Off Street With Unexploded Bomb." Which he was rather chuffed by. And I have a copy of the paper, if any proof is required!
(, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 0:14, Reply)
Nice find
A friend was walking into work when he noticed a watch lying on the ground (ok not exactly hidden but hey ho) when he picked it up it seemed nice and heavy considering the size of the thing so he thought it may be worth a bit of cash. I took a look at it and then googled the make and model, the result came as a bit of a shock, the watch that was found on the pavement was worth a cool £15,000 kerrrrrching.
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 23:15, Reply)
Today at sheffield trainstation
I found a helluva cool Guinness umbrella.
It's great, goes well with my coat too
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 21:37, Reply)
Where theres muck...
When I was about 11, I dodged behind an advertising placard on a roadside for a crafty fag, and lo! The gleam of secret booty! Three shiny new pound coins and a selection of other equally tempting (if somewhat smaller denomination) coins of joy! Yay!

Once I had fished them out of the steaming pile of dog poo they were stuck in, and cleaned them up on my jeans, I spent the lot playing Pacman.

Ah, the folly of youth. Yeah, like I wouldnt do the same now...
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 21:23, Reply)
Nice surprise ruined...
Almost found hidden treasure at my grad ball a couple of weeks ago. While sorting out the crap in my hired sporran I felt what seemed to be a crisp bank note. It was a fiver. I then felt another, drawing it out with an exclamation of "Holy fuck!", thinking that some poor unfortunate had left £10 in his sporran after some similar event.

Cue crestfallenness as my girlfriend reminds me I am keeping her friend's cash in the sporran :(
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 20:54, Reply)
Once upon a time
After a night out on the beer and such, I woke up the next morning and lo and behold, what treasures should I find?

A spicy potato in my jacket pocket and a handful of gravel in my jeans.

I apparantly exchanged the gravel for currency.
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 20:44, Reply)
The Borg
Whilst out on an early pre drinking drinks sortie in our fair capital (St Helier since you don't care) we (we being a group of five or so) discovered a duvet wantonly discarded down a back alley. Managed to rip a sizeable hole in it big enough to fit four young gentlemen so that we could then proceed to run up and down the main high street screaming "We are the Borg" and "Resistance is futile" whilst scaring the general public. Curious really as none of us are big Star Trek fans but hey.....is this treasure, maybe, maybe not but I think that the fleas and strange smell of urine that we all seemed to have after this adventure was an unexpected bonus.

No apologies for length or any of that malarkey but four blokes in the same bedding has got to start some serious soul searching.
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 20:19, Reply)
Weird kid
As a child I was always finding what I thought were 'treasures'. subsequntly in my room I had several bluebird eggshells, a badger's jaw bone, a collection of newts in a jam jar, a collection of pet sloworms in tuperwere and a fishtank full of catapillers.

My mum didn't think they were tresures, I got a tetnus shot and a barbie doll and my tresure was confiscated.
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 19:34, Reply)
About 10 minutes ago
A video of one of the best movies of ALL TIME:
i am SO watching that tonight.....
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 18:14, Reply)
Half a slightly-soggy but otherwise perfectly serviceable ecstasy tablet
in a pool of somebody else's vomit.
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 17:52, Reply)
... and if anyone has found a tooth (incisor if you wish to know) around Guildford cathedral. Its mine and I want it back.

It is evident God does not like people landboarding in his back garden!
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 16:34, Reply)
Behind the Galleria...
We used to find a variety of goodness behind the Galleria in Hatfield whilst drunkenly walking back from the students union. A most splendid wheelbarrow with pneumatic front tyre (ideal for wheelbarrow free style) and a headless female manikin, which I attempted to turn into a lamp, were among our best finds.
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 16:31, Reply)
during my cub days
I used to help out at the church jumble sales. On one particular occasion I came across a box of jewelry that also contained a Nazi war medal.

I took it to a local antique dealer who offered me £25 (this was 16 years ago) I decided to think on it and took it to a proper military shop who sold old medals and guns and he told me it was a repro and worth about a fiver at best.

I then returned to the antique shop and closed the deal for £25. nice one
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 16:15, Reply)
Yes, but mapper
you're not making it drink are you ?
It's drinking because it wants to / needs to.

If it doesn't need to it won't drink, not matter how much vodka you supply it with.

/hmmmmmmm. I've just 'found out' that the vast majority of the people who post on this page have shit for brains, and that article on poached eggs is about as funny as your nan dying.
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 16:07, Reply)
Messages in pot pourri
Moved into a flat in ye olde Edinburgh during my student days. Found, in my wardrobe, a little pink pot-pouri doll bearing the message "Happy New Home". A nice present from the previous occupant, I assumed.

A couple of days later my flatmate found a letter from the previous tenants, stashed in a drawer under her bed which just said something like "Any problems with the flat, feel free to call us on..." and then a mobile number. All very nice, we thought, the people who lived here before us must be lovely nice people, must be just in case we have trouble figuring out how to work the boiler etc etc. Eh no.

The flat turned out to be a total hellhole. For a start it was haunted. And I mean HAUNTED. Numerous sightings of a very nosey and vocal woman ghost, who was prone to violence, especially when it involved knocking over things made of glass. It got so bad that there were occasions, during our exams, when we all slept in the same room for "safety in numbers" reasons. By the end of the year we were nervous wrecks. It also doubled, as all student hovels do, as a reputable hotel for the local mouse population. Imagine a scene from that well known pied piper tale with the rivers of rats running everywhere and they had a particular penchant for swinging on our grill pan, which they used as their own personal obstacle course. Bits of the toilet had been stuck together with sellotape and the landlord was a totally dodgy git, although I probably owe him my degree, as I'd never spent so much time in the Library in my life, just so I didn't have to go home.

We never did call the previous occupants. They'd probably have just laughed at our misery.

Happy New Home? Sarcastic bastards...
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 16:03, Reply)
Ooh, not me, but
my mam was once going through old coat pockets in the hallway, I think she was planning on throwing some away, and managed to find about £200 in one pocket that she didn't even know she had.

I was going to wear that bloody coat the day before too >.<
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 15:54, Reply)
After a weird combination
of currents and storm, I found the skull of a Harbour Porpoise on the beach. Went to local museum to identify it. They asked me if they could have it. HA!

I still have it.
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 15:26, Reply)
whale bone
when I was a kid, I found this big wierd bone washed up on the beach. I kept it, and my suspicions were confirmed by a marine biologist friend that it was in fact a whales vertebra.

dunno what happened to it tho...
(, Mon 4 Jul 2005, 15:04, Reply)

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