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I moved into a flat with two rooms covered in football pictures. Not wishing to ruin my love life any further I removed the pictures of the gorgeous ( ) John Hartson etc from the walls.
Years ago I was given the keys to a council flat and when I walked in I discovered the living room walls were covered in tartan wallpaper. And this wasn't your genteel, subdued House of Fraser type tartan [although that would have been bad enough]. It was a bright red, in your face Rod Stewart / Bay City Rollers type tartan. My eyes were on stalks. Christ, what a job I had scraping it off. I think they'd put it on with superglue instead of paste.
Moved into a flat in Gibson St once that had been the family home of an Indian restaurant owner just before us, and the large walk-in cupboard in the living room had about 10,000 boxed, rather cheesy Indian restaurant plates.
One evening, an army of waiters turned up at the door, and said that the owner had sold the plates to them, and they marched off to the now defunct restaurant downstairs with them. Turns out the deal hadn't actually been concluded though, and the landlord had the cheek to complain to us for letting them take the bloody things!
Ah, the joy of dodgy flat lets in the West End....
Holmlea Rd, Cathcart. Removed the old fireplace hearth and to my delight found shreds of Glasgow newspaper. One from the mid 50's complaining about violence in the city, the other from 1924 advertising a Charlie Chaplin film at the Coliseum. A bedsit in Dixon Ave, a couples relationship told in xmas cards, birthday cards and engagement cards.
Best yet £350 in used tenners bloke I bought the house from was a crazy
mad drinker liked the horses as well,planked the cash under the carpet.
well the carpet was boggin and it was first to be replaced and his drunkin
plank got the house recarpeted.Thank you
When I moved into my first flat in Battlefield, I thought the living room ceiling had been covered with a god-awful 70's relief wallpaper. The kind that looked like big discs in rows. It wasn't till I got up the ladder that I realised someone had glued 395 German beermats to paper and painted over them...
Oh and loads of Daily Records from the 70s under the carpet.
My ex has a flat in Alexandra parade. Was in it for about 15 years when the lazy big get decided to do some work on it. There was some plywood up against the wall in the front bedroom and when he took it away there was a lovely victorian fireplace, complete with "painted coal" (old stones) and a copy of a 1967 Daily Record (the telly was better even then!)
As far as I'm aware, it still lying there, uncleaned. He really was one lazy bloody article when I think about it