Mysterious unopened safe!
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Arthur's safe.
Some years ago at the funeral of my old colleague Arthur, his wife was as dotty as ever but his daughters seemed almost too upset. It was true he'd died suddenly at home and was only sixty eight but their grief was inconsolable. At the wake his son-in-law took to me one side and asked what I knew about Sunbury. Arthur had for years lived in a rambling old house in Worcester and worked in London so I said it was where Arthur's London digs were and asked what the problem was. Arthur, it turned out, hadn't expected to snuff it just then either and had left one or two things unattended.
I had been to his digs once when he bought a Kamakaze 750 turbo and needed a lift. His landlady was a handsome and shapely middle aged woman and they seemed very easy in one another's company. He was a real character who gave unwanted advice and criticism. A guy in the workshop about to marry a third time was not keen to hear Arthur tell him a man who marries three times has missed the point. A lad studying Men Only before work was embarrassed to be told it was a bit early for raw meat.
Because he died intestate, the son-in-law had elected himself fixer if not actually executor and had discovered a safe concreted into the floor in Arthur's office. The family agreed to him forcing it. It took a while but was found to contain the key to a safety deposit box in an obscure bank in the City of London, the deeds to the house on Sunbury, a great many black and white photos of his landlady in an uncooked and alarmingly unladylike state and documents proving they were married.
Yes, the safe had revealed that Arthur was a fully paid up bigamist. No wonder the daughters were upset. His widow remained blissfully unaware.
Further investigation of the house revealed a secret phone line and answerphone in the cellar.
What the safety deposit box contained I don't know as I lost contact with the family but when I left they were still debating whether to contact Arthur's other wife and what they would say to her.
Some years ago at the funeral of my old colleague Arthur, his wife was as dotty as ever but his daughters seemed almost too upset. It was true he'd died suddenly at home and was only sixty eight but their grief was inconsolable. At the wake his son-in-law took to me one side and asked what I knew about Sunbury. Arthur had for years lived in a rambling old house in Worcester and worked in London so I said it was where Arthur's London digs were and asked what the problem was. Arthur, it turned out, hadn't expected to snuff it just then either and had left one or two things unattended.
I had been to his digs once when he bought a Kamakaze 750 turbo and needed a lift. His landlady was a handsome and shapely middle aged woman and they seemed very easy in one another's company. He was a real character who gave unwanted advice and criticism. A guy in the workshop about to marry a third time was not keen to hear Arthur tell him a man who marries three times has missed the point. A lad studying Men Only before work was embarrassed to be told it was a bit early for raw meat.
Because he died intestate, the son-in-law had elected himself fixer if not actually executor and had discovered a safe concreted into the floor in Arthur's office. The family agreed to him forcing it. It took a while but was found to contain the key to a safety deposit box in an obscure bank in the City of London, the deeds to the house on Sunbury, a great many black and white photos of his landlady in an uncooked and alarmingly unladylike state and documents proving they were married.
Yes, the safe had revealed that Arthur was a fully paid up bigamist. No wonder the daughters were upset. His widow remained blissfully unaware.
Further investigation of the house revealed a secret phone line and answerphone in the cellar.
What the safety deposit box contained I don't know as I lost contact with the family but when I left they were still debating whether to contact Arthur's other wife and what they would say to her.
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DickyC said:
Arthur's safe.
Some years ago at the funeral of my old colleague Arthur, his wife was as dotty as ever but his daughters seemed almost too upset. It was true he'd died suddenly at home and was only sixty eight but their grief was inconsolable. At the wake his son-in-law took to me one side and asked what I knew about Sunbury. Arthur had for years lived in a rambling old house in Worcester and worked in London so I said it was where Arthur's London digs were and asked what the problem was. Arthur, it turned out, hadn't expected to snuff it just then either and had left one or two things unattended.
I had been to his digs once when he bought a Kamakaze 750 turbo and needed a lift. His landlady was a handsome and shapely middle aged woman and they seemed very easy in one another's company. He was a real character who gave unwanted advice and criticism. A guy in the workshop about to marry a third time was not keen to hear Arthur tell him a man who marries three times has missed the point. A lad studying Men Only before work was embarrassed to be told it was a bit early for raw meat.
Because he died intestate, the son-in-law had elected himself fixer if not actually executor and had discovered a safe concreted into the floor in Arthur's office. The family agreed to him forcing it. It took a while but was found to contain the key to a safety deposit box in an obscure bank in the City of London, the deeds to the house on Sunbury, a great many black and white photos of his landlady in an uncooked and alarmingly unladylike state and documents proving they were married.
Yes, the safe had revealed that Arthur was a fully paid up bigamist. No wonder the daughters were upset. His widow remained blissfully unaware.
Further investigation of the house revealed a secret phone line and answerphone in the cellar.
What the safety deposit box contained I don't know as I lost contact with the family but when I left they were still debating whether to contact Arthur's other wife and what they would say to her.
I like that story.Some years ago at the funeral of my old colleague Arthur, his wife was as dotty as ever but his daughters seemed almost too upset. It was true he'd died suddenly at home and was only sixty eight but their grief was inconsolable. At the wake his son-in-law took to me one side and asked what I knew about Sunbury. Arthur had for years lived in a rambling old house in Worcester and worked in London so I said it was where Arthur's London digs were and asked what the problem was. Arthur, it turned out, hadn't expected to snuff it just then either and had left one or two things unattended.
I had been to his digs once when he bought a Kamakaze 750 turbo and needed a lift. His landlady was a handsome and shapely middle aged woman and they seemed very easy in one another's company. He was a real character who gave unwanted advice and criticism. A guy in the workshop about to marry a third time was not keen to hear Arthur tell him a man who marries three times has missed the point. A lad studying Men Only before work was embarrassed to be told it was a bit early for raw meat.
Because he died intestate, the son-in-law had elected himself fixer if not actually executor and had discovered a safe concreted into the floor in Arthur's office. The family agreed to him forcing it. It took a while but was found to contain the key to a safety deposit box in an obscure bank in the City of London, the deeds to the house on Sunbury, a great many black and white photos of his landlady in an uncooked and alarmingly unladylike state and documents proving they were married.
Yes, the safe had revealed that Arthur was a fully paid up bigamist. No wonder the daughters were upset. His widow remained blissfully unaware.
Further investigation of the house revealed a secret phone line and answerphone in the cellar.
What the safety deposit box contained I don't know as I lost contact with the family but when I left they were still debating whether to contact Arthur's other wife and what they would say to her.
I'm always intrigued by mysterious things like these two.
Maybe we should have a new thread about mysteries such as these?
no1special said:
DickyC said:
Arthur's safe.
I like that story.I'm always intrigued by mysterious things like these two.
Maybe we should have a new thread about mysteries such as these?
Eventually they got in and the tin box they heard rattling around was empty too.
Boss wasn't happy and cue pisstaking for quite a while after.
shakotan said:
JohnnyJones said:
That X-ray doesn't see through the chassis or the tail lift at all.
Because the focal point isn't set to look at those items in that image.You can see in this one, however, the bores of the engine block.
I wouldn't want to be one of the people in that car considering the radiation dose and power required to penetrate the engine block
We found an old safe in one of the barns when we moved into our house a number of years ago.
There was something inside and you could hear it knocking about when you moved the safe.
Me and my dad attempted to get into it but I think all we did was expose our selves to a large dose of (what I assume was) asbestos.
The safe ended up at the tip.
There was something inside and you could hear it knocking about when you moved the safe.
Me and my dad attempted to get into it but I think all we did was expose our selves to a large dose of (what I assume was) asbestos.
The safe ended up at the tip.
julian64 said:
shakotan said:
JohnnyJones said:
That X-ray doesn't see through the chassis or the tail lift at all.
Because the focal point isn't set to look at those items in that image.You can see in this one, however, the bores of the engine block.
I wouldn't want to be one of the people in that car considering the radiation dose and power required to penetrate the engine block
Wouldn't they be displayed as skeletons?
Edited by The Nur on Tuesday 13th July 14:09
lawrence567 said:
IMO, i think the OP knows whats in it.
You just think this is a better way to get some more cash out of it instead of scrapping it!
I have a paypal, if PH'ers want to chuck a £1 in each i don't mind bidding on it for you all.
Well the truth is exactly as I have put it in the Ebay ad.You just think this is a better way to get some more cash out of it instead of scrapping it!
I have a paypal, if PH'ers want to chuck a £1 in each i don't mind bidding on it for you all.
I really and truthfully have no idea what is in it.
It was going to be cut open and scrapped a few days ago until I hit on this idea.
And you won't believe this either, but I really hope it's full of diamonds for the winning bidder.
dmitsi said:
Reminds me of when I worked in Ty Glas government buildings, on the floor above us there was a room with a safe planted in the middle (nothing else except a locker with overalls and PPE). I think it was MOD, but not sure.
I used to go to school around there, the abandoned factories nearby had oodles of cool stuff in them.I blame you for me searching ebay for a safe(which I don't need).
Bought this
Bought this
Edited by G20 on Wednesday 14th July 10:47
G20 said:
I blame you for me searching ebay for a safe(which I don't need).
Bought this
I like that... though I can expect a guest to try and plug in a phone charger into it at some point in the future.Bought this
Edited by G20 on Wednesday 14th July 10:47
G20 said:
I blame you for me searching ebay for a safe(which I don't need).
Bought this
You don't want to put that key in the wrong one do you!Bought this
Edited by G20 on Wednesday 14th July 10:47
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