Hidden Treasure
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)
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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Ships in the night
Moved into a bizarre shared house with a spotty weirdo animator and being the curious person I am decided to investigate the rooms of the house that the landlord had poorly but intentionally locked.
In the cellar, there were copious amounts of jazz mags of the male gay wrestling and fetishy women covered in ketchup and feathers variety, along with a stack of huge dresses with peculiar stripes (spurts?!) of mould on them and a load of size 10 stilettoes.
Upstairs, in what had been the landlords mothers’ room was a very poignant collection of old lady hats, fur coats, some gramaphone records, a polar bear rug and lots of hand knitted floral bouquets.
I never met the landlord, or paid him any rent and I shudder to imagine what kind of household that must have been when they both lived there. Freaky shit. I moved out swiftly.
(Kept the polar bear rug tho’)
( , Thu 30 Jun 2005, 16:00, Reply)
Moved into a bizarre shared house with a spotty weirdo animator and being the curious person I am decided to investigate the rooms of the house that the landlord had poorly but intentionally locked.
In the cellar, there were copious amounts of jazz mags of the male gay wrestling and fetishy women covered in ketchup and feathers variety, along with a stack of huge dresses with peculiar stripes (spurts?!) of mould on them and a load of size 10 stilettoes.
Upstairs, in what had been the landlords mothers’ room was a very poignant collection of old lady hats, fur coats, some gramaphone records, a polar bear rug and lots of hand knitted floral bouquets.
I never met the landlord, or paid him any rent and I shudder to imagine what kind of household that must have been when they both lived there. Freaky shit. I moved out swiftly.
(Kept the polar bear rug tho’)
( , Thu 30 Jun 2005, 16:00, Reply)
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