How the Hell’s Angels of Colander House helped me collect vintage thoughts and furniture
When I became a hoarder in the mid-1990s I had just given everything away – my second wife, my job and basically my way of life. Oh, and my beloved old red 3.5 SD1 Rover saloon (now that hurt). I became essentially a loner, except of course for my very middle-class Golden Retriever. We scratched …