Oh man, I know a guy who used to do this compulsively when he was astudent (he's about 40 now). He was a local in the pub I used to work in, and he had some fucking
stories. I thought it must be the shittest hobby in the world, but if you're a 'digger', i.e. someone who hunts and digs (dur) for the bottles rather than just collects them, it's mad. It's like being a crazy Dungeons&Dragons adventurer. Nick (for we shared a name) used to break into people's houses in the middle of the night with his digger friends, sneak into the cellars and then start digging if they'd had a tip-off about what was under the house, and
I remember one tale about digging beneath a phonebooth to get at an old pub cellar and causing the booth to subside the next time someone used the phone. He had bags of tales about crepuscular glassware subterfuge and other such semi-lunatic mayhem. These guys make metal-detector people look normal!
― Nick Southall (Nick Southall), Saturday, 10 January 2004 23:22 (twenty-two years ago)