GregT
Hero member
- Location
- Christchurch NZ
When we moved in to the last place - old house in country village - moving day was somewhat delayed. We got there as arranged to find that the PO had held a leaving hoolie the previous evening. There were several bodies still waiting for a dawn to arrive and a number of obviously stoned young people milling around aimlessly. The biggest holdup once the PO had arranged his helpers to move furniture was one stoned gent in the front room. His job was boxing a cabinets contents of records. But when every one of them was greeted with "Oh man this is soo good !" and the sleeve artwork praised and explained to anyone walking past it started to become a problem.
In the end the PO and his wife simply picked this character up and walked him out. But I'd learned more than I wanted to know about several records....and the PO's friends.
Right up to when we sold the enclosed end of the barn smelled of pot.
In the end the PO and his wife simply picked this character up and walked him out. But I'd learned more than I wanted to know about several records....and the PO's friends.
Right up to when we sold the enclosed end of the barn smelled of pot.