― anthony, Sunday, 15 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Josh, Sunday, 15 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Sterling Clover, Sunday, 15 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― duane, Sunday, 15 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Ed, Sunday, 15 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― suzy, Sunday, 15 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Kerry Keane, Sunday, 15 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Billy Dods, Sunday, 15 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Ned Raggett, Sunday, 15 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
My mum lives on the isle of man and they have the most fantastic junk auctions on the island. There are lots of rich old people on the Island who die and their sprogs auction off the gear, it normally goes at such low prices. Some highlights have been a mighty whirlitzer home organ for a fiver, a piano for a tenner, the sort of firniture that gets sold in notting hill gate for a small fortune and other stuff I can't remember.
Back in the States, we furnished an entire flat with things we had found in the trash (except for the bed, I couldn't quite get my head around sleeping on trash, that was where I drew the line) - carpets, bookshelves, desks, etc. The neighbourhood where my mum lives is quite posh. Once a year, they have "trash night" when the garbagemen will pick up absolutely *anything* no questions asked, no matter how big or small. Me and my mate used to drive around with a station wagon and pick stuff out. I actually got a full on hairdressers chair with a hood (non-functional) which I was going to take home and make into a "brain transmogrifyer" but my mum banished it to the barn on account of its purple and green paisley upholstery being "an eyesore". Sigh.
― masonic boom, Monday, 16 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Jonnie, Monday, 16 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
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― Norman Fay, Monday, 16 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― cabbage, Monday, 16 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
Does anyone wander around festival sites on Monday morning, looking for free stuff left behind by departing campers? You always find alcohol - unopened cans. My friend Jasper used to collect half-drunk cans and bottles, pouring these various dregs into the biggest plastic bottle he could find. He'd then drink the concoction on the train home and see if he could avoid throwing up before Winchester.
― chris, Monday, 16 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Emma, Monday, 16 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Robin Carmody, Tuesday, 17 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― anthony, Tuesday, 17 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Mike Hanley, Tuesday, 17 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Sterling Clover, Tuesday, 17 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Patrick, Tuesday, 17 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
Also I would not eat anything dropped on the floor outside (unless it was, say, a barbecue and I was drunk).
― Emma, Wednesday, 18 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― masonic boom, Wednesday, 18 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Dan Perry, Thursday, 19 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― the pinefox, Thursday, 24 April 2003 23:10 (twenty-one years ago) link
FFS. http://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2014/jan/28/three-charged-vagrancy-act-food-skip-iceland
― Chewshabadoo, Tuesday, 28 January 2014 21:37 (eleven years ago) link