trophies
i have a habit of collecting mementos of a night out. these can be something small and un-noticeable like a floor tile, to larger items such as traffic cones and...

the 4ft high men at work roadsign that turned up in my living room one Sunday afternoon.

as the day wore on and my confusion at how said item had appeared somewhat dissipated, i had a recollection of locating the roadsign about 2 miles from my house, and deciding it was my sole mission to get it home (no idea why, drugs hey?)

cue much munted huffing and puffing and most of my street being woken up at 4am by the loud clanging noise it made with every step i took.

that was nearly 10 years ago. i still haven't shaken off the habit, which would go some way to explaining how i managed to wake up in bed with the removable front wheel of a mountain bike.

my memory eventually returned me to Hurstville (about 40 minutes from Bondi by train) where i'd seen the wheel and yep you guessed, made it my mission to get it home.

as a side-story, i clearly remember a munted girl sitting nearby. when we got off the train at Bondi, i was behind her on the escalator and as we passed the metal bollard at the top, she stopped, looked at it, gave it a bit of a stroke, smiled, and carried on.

meanwhile i'm behind her pissing myself laughing until i realise that i'm in the same boat, looking wasted and carrying a bike wheel.

not sure whether to return it to Hurstville or stick it on eBay...
(squirrelysquirrel, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 5:32, Reply)