Clothing Abandonment Theatre

Occasionally, at Casa Del Slum, we notice something has broken and we call our Estate agent and tell her all about it. The Estate agent then spends several weeks trying to pretend it's not happening, as she's as scared of our slum-lord as we are. When my partner recently noticed a large portion of the shower collapsing around her, she decided it was about time to call the agent. After several minutes on the phone to the agent, attempting to explain that no, we don't know exactly how many tiles fell off the wall, the agent declared it'd be easier for her to rock up the next morning and see it for herself. Great.

The good news about events like this is that we're forced to get the house looking vaguely liveable. The bad news, is that only half the occupants of our house have any conception of what the word 'liveable' means. In the ensuing re-livafication of the house, we found a rubbish sack full of clothing. Now - this sack could've belonged to any number of people... ex-housemates often leave shit behind with the absurd expectation that we might actually dispose of it one day, and we all have friends who we occasionally feel sorry for, and adopt their shit too when they leave the state/country/planet. So - there was one way to solve this mystery, and that was to get the Rantolotl Dancers/Drunkards on the case! If any of the following belongs to you; too bad, you probably won't want it back anymore. You should see the photos I didn't post...

Well, I hope you enjoyed those photos as much as the Rantolotl Dancers enjoyed creating the moment. If the clothes were yours, I'm sorry, but I couldn't get some of them back. I think you'll need to negotiate that obstacle yourself...

The moral of the story: No matter what my partner says, you really shouldn't leave your items in our care. Let this be a lesson to you all.


The Rantolotl.