As a random insertion (I may as well be famous for something), back at the terminal end of my PhD I was faced with the prospect of writing a large volume documenting my demented progress in the world of irradiating plants. A prospect compromised by my lab position between Scotland's dourest Scotsman and Ms Cheltenham Ladies College. Plus by that point, I was sure that it wasn't just the plants that were radioactive.
One fine morning, I glimpsed outside, and saw a battered IBM PS/2 sitting in a skip outside the building. This was back in the days when the lab had shared computers. What the hell, I skip-dived and took my computer booty inside. It booted up fine despite looking like it had spent the previous evening pogoing at CBGBs, which gave it more street cred. I did this in an empty office by the department reception. Empty office. Computer. So I set everything up and moved in. Every time someone asked how I got an office and computer, I'd just blag it. Six months and no one evicted me despite having no permission from anyone.