House Hunting
After my mothers divorce we were living in rented accomodation for a while during which house hunting was to take place. Due to obviously reduced circumstances the areas and properties we could view were not of the most salubrious sort.

Cue one saturday viewing a rather rundown 3 storey Victorian townhouse (vacant possession) in a rather rough area. It was in need of complete refurbishment but mother has never been one of the faint-hearted. This was put to the test however when we viewed the "kitchen". If you've seen any Dickens serialisations dealing with poverty you'll have some idea of the state of the place. The big surprise was that pinned to the rickety kitchen table by a bloodstained flick-knife was a rather fetching black satin basque. My mother would let me keep neither even though I was certain the basque was my size. Ah well.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:53, 1 reply)

This is good!
I like a bit of mystery!
(Fuckarma was masturbating into your handbag, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 14:03, closed)