h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

It's the question on everyone's lips. Just how DID an elderly man, who requires the use of two walking sticks, get such massive appliances through his alley and into his garden? Mr Trebas, star of an otherwise forgettable BBC Docu-soap, I salute you.

In carrier bags of course.

Please explain and bring some joy to my life today.
I have never seen this man or docusoap.

BBS

In London old Polish war veterean of dubious mental state who has filled hi large house totally with rubbish, has to squeeze into door and sleeps in small clear space, house falling down and garden full of rubbish.

Council cleared it last year (cost £30K, which he denies he owes) garden and house a health risk, house is either falling down due to pressure of rubbish or only being held together because of it.

He was offered a deal where his house would be converted to 3 (4?) dlats, he'd have one and his debts cleared. He refused. He believes he can do what he likes in his house even storing bottle of urine everywhere.

Oh and the fridges, several in the garden, with boxes of broken biscuits in.

Takes all sorts. No match on BBC online to link to

ChawkE

oh and as to how he got them there, it an obvious a case of the Skip phenomomen - place a skip with some rubbish on a street and most will be "salvaged" but more will be added. I once found two copied of the official Blondie Biography in a skip

ChawkE

Salvaging planks of wood and old clothes is one thing, but FRIDGES? And deep freezers? Surely he must've had some assistance... yet who'd help him? Maybe he's in league with the Wombles.

6 foot tall ones you mean not the little titchy 2 foot high specimens(Wombles not fridges).

Anyone recall that bowel-shatteringly stupid fad where you had to keep a long and very thin hourglass-shaped baton aloft by whacking it from side to side with a pair of what looked like child-size night sticks? It surfaced like a bad smell on Blue Peter and then refused to go away for a while before vanishing without a trace.

It was sort of like juggling but with the added amusement of watching small children mismatch their whacking rhythm and clouting each other about the face with accelerating lengths of plastic baton.

If you don't remember it, then that's just as well. It was horrible.

But anyway. I was reading the thread and for the life of me I couldn't get the image of Mr. Trebas (lovable old nutbag that he is) keeping an enormous humming fridge aloft using only his two walking sticks and a freakish amount of skill as he shuffled along that cluttered side alley of his.

I'll be seeing that image whenever I close my eyes now.

I need to lie down for a bit.

BTW, not wishing to be accused as being nit picky or anything, but, I believe that the gentleman in question is called Mr Trebus. I stand to be corrected of course.

Nit picker.

Well, I'm sorry really I am, but this has been bugging me ever since I saw this thread appear. It's been eating away inside me and it just had to come out in the end.

There, that's better.

PP

I aplogise for my typo/ignorance. I have shamed us all.

Maybe Mr TrebUs is inordinately strong, or has an adamantium frame for bones.

Now I feel bad about even mentioning it. Sorry.

PP

Crikey. I never realised that a frail old duffer like Mr. Trebus was one of the X Men.

That puts things into a whole new perspective.

You can be sure that, far from Ian McKellan reprising his role as Magneto in the X Men sequal, it'll now be dear old Mr. Trebus creating havoc by levitating kitchen appliances all over Manhattan whilst flicking biscuit crumbs out from under his helmet.

Helmet? What sort of film would this be then?

I feel cheap and dirty.

Thank you for scarring me for life.

*looks deeply concerned*

Yes. Sometimes a thread that you start gets completely out of hand doesn't it?

Yeah, pretty often but then usually a thread someone else starts gets completely out of hand when I stick my 'orrid mug into proceedings anyway.

Excuse me Apathetic but how dare you call someone else by my name