Not exactly from hell unless....
....stayed in a house with six other blokes in Preston.

Awoken from my slumber by a fierce argument between two of them.

Awoken again two hours later by one of the participants playing his trumpet (tune unspecified) stark bollock naked outside the other participants door.

Uncle John. Legend.

Back on topic I took in a lodger and after sending her packing for being an idle layabout, when I cleared her room I found under the bed in a bag soiled (use imagination) under clobber. That lacy sort that will act as a sieve for solids over a certain diameter for the engineeringly inclined. Not pleasant.

That will be all. Nothing further to see here.
(Danny Fishcharge Half arsed, smart arsed, on & off a lard arse sinc, Wed 11 Apr 2007, 12:58, Reply)