Not me, sadly
My cousin was studying for some hugely expensive degree in Hull a few years back. The books and trips he had to take cost him a fortune, so when he moved out of halls of residence he took up foraging through skips for bits and pieces to funish his new flat.

Now, a fair amount of useless material goes into skips but he was fortunate enough to find enough plywood to make a sturdy desk, a fully intact office chair and a dusty old dartboard. But this was not the treasure. Ho no.

In rummaging through one skip, he found a working Sinclair C5, a bit scratched but otherwise fine.

Despite his proper adult status (if such a thing exists), he still has it and potters about on it from time to time. Though people tend to call him a wanker when he does.
(Chanticleer, kept, awkwardly, pausing, on, Thu 30 Jun 2005, 17:57, Reply)