Visiting my parents.
Today I drove around with my dad looking at rubbish left out for the council cleanup: old mattresses, tables, broken plastic Sebel chairs, tons of televisions. Every time we saw something particularly tacky we’d shout “TACKARAMA,” á la
Tick from Priscilla. Examples: a pile of broken pipe-and-webbing lawn chairs gone grey from
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It's a bit different in town -- up here it's a once a year thing, but where I live (in the city *g*) people just put it out whenever. So scavenging in the city is a bit more of an opportunistic thing -- when you see it you need to grab it.
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