Mate of mine
bought a suspicously-cheap house in east Belfast some years ago, which still had a lot of the furniture and fittings intact - you know, as if someone had had to leave in a really serious hurry. While they were taking down the blinds on the liiving room window, there was a funny rattling noise and several hundred e's fell out... Sadly his tedious wife made him flush them down the bog.

Oh - and some friends at uni had a mysterious locked door in their house, big heavy thing like something out of a submarine with a padlock on the door. Their landlord fucked them over by emigrating one week into term so they forced the lock to see what was in there - answer, a room papered in old motorbike magazines and copies of the Sun, a bare mattress propped up against the wall, a nice selection of used syringes, a bare lightbulb (on!)... and an open skylight, suggesting that someone had been using it as a regular crash pad, and recently, certainly while they’d been living there.

edit - and I once found an ancient Sony open-reel video recorder while naughtily wandering about an abandoned university building in Belfast.

edit again - aaaaand, walking home from a mate's, found a cardboard box at the side of the road containing all 9 volumes of the Harmsworth Self Educator, a fuck-off huge compendium of everything the well-educated person of 1904 needed to know, plus a single-volume encyclopedia circa 1935 (with a very carefully worded entry on Hitler).
(Wong Fei-Hung - now with added flickr.com (see profile), Thu 30 Jun 2005, 16:42, Reply)