Big-Iain presents ….
I bought my house in 1999, and from the outset, something seemed a little odd. The house seller had almost disappeared without trace, and the house had been empty for several months. No-one else had put an offer in, possibly put off by the odd decorating style. For example, the Orange Kitchen and the Pink Main Bedroom. (Fear Not, Ladies ! They've changed dramatically now.) There was also the bodged DIY…
But after I moved in, I started getting mail for the previous occupant, Jim Thompson. The Estate Agents had lost contact with him after the sale (done a runner?) and the Royal Mail had no forwarding address. I tried reposting them with "No Longer Here" scrawled on them, but they kept on coming. I just HAD to open them.
Some came regularly (some still do !) Hoseasons Holidays. The National Wireless and Vintage Radio Convention. The Church of Scientology.
Oh, The Scientologists. What a prime source of jaw-dropping weirdness.
So just over a year ago, I decided to have some fun