The gas oven in my student house stopped working
So my landlord sent a bloke round to fit a new one. When he pulled the old one out he revealed a very large, very dead rat under a centimetre thick layer of congealed grease.

A hand run down the inside of the sofa in the same house supplied us with a butterfly knife, an empty Zippo lighter and a little bottle of a mysterious coloured liquid we were all too scared (sensible) to even smell.

Oh, and when I moved out I left a treasure trove of my own. I couldn't fit a couple of boxes of my possessions into the boot of my car so I left them hidden behind a weird removable panel built into my bedroom wall. They're probably still there now, 5 years later. So, without giving too much away, if anyone here is at a Uni in the East Midlands and lives in a terraced house in a bedroom in the converted attic with a walk-in wardrobe: unscrew the panel immediately behind the inside of the wardrobe door. There's probably a load of old love letters and other interesting rubbish in there. Enjoy!
( naeonlite, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 23:55, Reply)