slowmotion
Quite dreadful
- Location
- lost somewhere
I once lived in a squalid student house in a seedy part of west London. One evening we had a casserole cooked in a cast iron pot, accompanied by a certain amount of grog. The next day, with hangovers raging, a bad-tempered argument broke out over who was responsible for washing up the enamelled-on residue. We all refused. Two days later the pot was still in the kitchen, as disgusting as ever. Eventually somebody put some water in it and left it in the overgrown back garden where it remained , forgotten, for three weeks. It was finally discovered in a pristine state after the local tom cats had licked it clean.