I can't believe I'm up at after one in the morning, scanning and uploading a 23 year-old picture of an empty room! But there it is, my haven of peace & tranquility away from the communal biohazard rooms in the house Gordon & I shared at Uni. Boring huh? But it does show off that much-missed poster.What? What's that you say? You want to see evidence of the dark side? Oh, OK then, hang on . . .
Yes, that's me, with the not-at-all-missed Donna on my lap, as we've also been talking cats this evening.
And I suppose if I'm going to play all my cards in one trick, we may as well have some music: here's a live version of Rickie Lee Jones' Easy Money, boogied up & boogied to all those years ago, as mentioned by me down on the EOTWQs. Please forgive the wobbliness; it's the ancient cassette tape, not the band's playing -
Somebodys Brother
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I remember those days. I had a coffee table where you wouldn't want to put your beer can down until it was empty 'cause you'd never be able to pick it out of the hundreds to take another swig. And if you got the wrong one ... stale beer and ciggie ash isn't a great combo.
.......and if I remember correctly, that lower picture looks like it was taken on a GOOD day!
I had an apartment like that! I lived with 3 boys. I was living with them when I met David, and I believe he was shocked by the mess. The dishes would pile so high in the sink that the ones at the bottom would break. Heh heh. Well, as the only woman living there, I wasn't about to wash everybody else's dishes! What would that make me? The maid.
It then becomes a game of chicken doesn't it? Who'll blink first and start doing the dishes?
Or you could just spend all your time at your boyfriend's house, which was the approach I took.
To this day I'm fanatical about getting dishes done immediately. Scarred, I tell you, emotionally scarred.
I rented out my spare room one year to a chap and I don't think he changed the sheets on the bed the whole time he was there. I know I threw them away after he left.
I was an early environmentalist. I waited until there were nough dirty dishes for a full bathtub.
I consider myself beyond slovenly, but that bottom pic fair turns my stomach. Guess maybe I have grown up a little after all. In my final year at uni, I lived in a house a bit like that. We were once burgled and when they turned up, the police actually did that classic sitcom thing of saying, "Ooh they've made a right mess of the place, haven't they?" Er, actually... We'd spent the whole morning slobbing around as usual before we noticed anything was amiss.
Oh dear! This brings back memories! My guess is you could pick up any of those coffee cups and the table would follow. The leatherette settee brings back memories of an altogether more agreeable nature - no not that one! - we had a similar one. Aren't all student flats supplied with one? And don't they all have a gap that widens at the most inopportune of times?
Everybody has to live like that for a while - it boosts your immune system for when you older.
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