I alone escaped to tell thee... I think I now have a good idea how it must have felt to have discovered the Marie Celeste, as I am the last occupant of the flat in the Bradford hall of residence where I have spent the year, my three flatmates having moved out over the last couple of weeks.
They each left various items in their cupboards and in the fridge and freezer, exhorting me to feel free and eat them if I felt like it. It's a very odd feeling, rummaging through someone else's food cupboards, seeing if there's anything interesting that you might like to eat. It's a bit like one of those scenes you see in disaster movies, where the hero(ine) somehow managed to escape a disaster which wiped out the rest of mankind, and now stalks the country's Costcutter shops, living on salvaged tins of spaghetti hoops and rice pudding.
Thank heavens for tin openers!
Posted by Eurodan at June 30, 2003 5:47 PMYou've disappeared into the 70s TV series "Survivors". You should check your flatmates' rooms in case they contain their decomposing, plague ridden bodies, as they'll attract rats ;-)
Oh, and watch out for 'flu-like symtoms...
Posted by: ShyBoy at July 1, 2003 12:11 PMWell, I do have a bit of a sniffle, as it happens...
Posted by: Eurodan at July 1, 2003 12:28 PMBy the way, have you looked outside? I think that you and me may be the only two left.
We'd better download a list of the locations of all the nation's Costcutters before the electricity and telecommunications infrastructure starts to collapse.
Damn... Just realised I don't have a tin opener here!
Posted by: ShyBoy at July 1, 2003 5:54 PMCue scary music!
Posted by: Eurodan at July 1, 2003 6:31 PM