The clothes rail snapped under the weight of all your jackets.
That's my guess.

What is the sofa story?
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Sun 5 Dec 2010, 13:04, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

sounds rock and roll

( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Sun 5 Dec 2010, 13:08, Reply)

You are correct sir.
And we have no idea. There was a party up there but I left cos I was knackered and went to bed. Heard a load of massive crashes during the night and when I got up this morning there's about a million things on the front lawn. My favourite was the five foot porcelain Italian chef (christened Luigi) that they nicked from a nearby restaurant (they/we are wacky students after all), who is now missing an arm due to the impact of hiting the ground.

Works for us as one of our sofas has been broken for ages, so earlier we took ours out there and swapped them over. There was loads more out there but drunken passers by took half the things according to my flatmate. Weird.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Sun 5 Dec 2010, 13:13, Reply)

You really do live a strange life Baz.

( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Sun 5 Dec 2010, 13:24, Reply)

Ha.
It had nothing to do with me! I do wish I got to see it all unfold though.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Sun 5 Dec 2010, 13:28, Reply)