Hangover symptoms
I'm collecting hangover symptoms this morning, so far I've got:

Cold sweats - Check
Hot sweats - Check
Nausea - Check
Brain crushing headache - Check
Panic when I thought I'd lost my wallet - Check
Ability to still taste alcohol - Check
Check of outbox for many drunken texts - Check

Size? I believe so ;-)

PS workboresme - nice cats :-)
(james_tiger_woods needs to lay off the wine on, Fri 19 Jan 2007, 10:20, Reply)

My Mum...
...collects beads. Yes, beads of the strung-on-a-necklace variety. She does a sideline in buttons too. She's been hoarding them for years.

She goes to car boot sales and buys anything beady she can find, then meticulously dismantles her acquisitons and harvests the beads. She now has quite literally millions of the fucking things, and has organised them using almost a dozen of those workshop-type screw-drawer units.

When she has time, she makes (admittedly quite cool) necklaces, bracelets etc for family and friends. But she doesn't have the time often, and the collection just keeps on growing.

I've actually figured out why she does this - it's the same reason as why I got into IT. Thing is, life is chaos for us and always has been (I doubt we're unique in that respect), and it seems that those things over which we can impose some semblance of order are a comfort to us.

I love my mam, but I worry about her sometimes. I didn't return a call from her for a couple of days this week, and three of my mates texted me to tell me that she'd called them asking if I was okay - I'm 34, FFS :)
(thatblokeoverthere is remembering the good times with his brother, Fri 19 Jan 2007, 9:36, Reply)

I collect cats.
So far, we have 3. I dare you not to go awwwwwwww at the little buggers

How can you not want to snuggle up?
( Batshitmentalist being not quite so batshit since, Fri 19 Jan 2007, 6:52, Reply)

I like to collect small electronic parts
Y'know, like resistors, LED's, capicators, transistors and the such. I've got thousands of the buggers. I used to horde them with the hope of one day building a giant robot capable of squeezing the juice from a melon with it's eyelid so I may drink it for breakfast.

I have a hobby of replacing parts in electronic devices just for kicks to see what it does. I also like to leave the smallest and spikiest components randomly dotted on the living room floor for my dad to tread on barefooted. Endless hours of fun! Other than that, I really have no practical use for them.
( Snapper "That's what she said" - retort of the week, Fri 19 Jan 2007, 4:58, Reply)

I've got the complete set of NatWest piggy banks too
Although it wasn't really me who collected them, it was my parents when I was little.
( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Fri 19 Jan 2007, 0:27, Reply)

I collect dust
I collect it in a cup, so far i have approximately 2cm deep of dust.
I did start a collection of ear wax, in the attempt to make candles... but it fell over and got stuck to the carpet :(
( SkUG is glad to be out of hospital (stupid lungs), Fri 19 Jan 2007, 0:19, Reply)

playing army
I used to (secretly still am) collect and build Warhammer. Some of you may be familier. At the end of the day its grown men playing army because there to soft hairy an weedy to join up (hey it links with the image challenge)

Therefore as to amend my sins an pathetic existence i am joining the RAF regimant. As an officer.

basra here we come.
(dirtyfukinmanc I swear the sheep was awake, Thu 18 Jan 2007, 17:47, Reply)

bogies and pencil sharpenings
There was a girl at school who collected pencil sharpenings and as you sharpened your pencil, she would stand next to you staring intently until you handed it over.

oh and she collected bogies and kept them on the wall in her room.

(my boyfriend has both length and girth)
( enigmatic_squid has passed a driving test finally after 4 tries, Thu 18 Jan 2007, 17:46, Reply)

Thursday silliness - thanks Frank Spencer...and Terry Wogan
John goes to the post office

Chapter 1

It's a lovely spring morning and Janet and John are having breakfast. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. Who could it be? Ah, it's the courier service with a parcel for John.

"Oh goody," says John, "this must be the new Czerwimkievk variable speed drill that I ordered."

"Oh good," says Janet, "now you won't have any excuse for not doing all those jobs that need doing around the house, will you?"

See John's smile fade as he signs for the parcel. But what's this? It takes both the delivery men to lift the package from the van and bring it into the house. John scratches his head as they drive away and fetches a crowbar to open the crate.

"Oh golly," says John, "they've sent me the wrong model. This is the Czerwimkievk pneumatic road drill. Bother!"

"Well John," says Janet, "you'll just have to return it after breakfast."

Chapter 2

See John sweat as he pulls his little cart up the road to the Post Office. The bell over the door tinkles as John pulls the crate into the Post Office.

"Gosh John," says Miss Trimble the Post Mistress, "that's a big crate, what's in it?"

"It's a Czerwimkievk drill," says John, "but it's the wrong one, and I need to return it."

"A zerwic...zwimk...zerkwim... I can't pronounce that John, is it foreign?" said Miss Trimble, "and besides, that crate will never fit through my window. You'd better bring it around the back, through the small brown door."

"OK Miss Trimble," says John, as he struggles to drag the crate through the doorway, scratching up a large trunk as he does so.

"Oh dear," says Miss Trimble, with tears dripping from her eyes, "you've scratched my Grannies trunk. She died last week and left this to me in her will. I don't even know what's inside it, as I haven't got the key."

"Don't you worry Miss Trimble", says John, "I've got my trusty Swiss Army knife with me, I'll have it open in a jiffy, as soon as I dislodge my crate from the doorway." John kneels down and works on the lock with his knife, but it is rusted up. "Could you give me a hand please Miss Trimble" pants John, as he struggles with the lock. She does, and it soon pops open.

"Oh my," says Miss Trimble reaching into the trunk, "just look at this lovely piece of jewellery John, could you dust it for me please." She opens a faded velvet box and shows it to John. He puts away his penknife and dusts it for her with his hanky. "Thank you John, you are so helpful" she says, and gives John a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, I must be going," says John and he skips out the door and runs all the way home.

Chapter 3

"Hello Janet," pants John, "I'm back from the Post Office."

"You look a bit hot and bothered John," says Janet, "and is that lipstick on your cheek?"

"Well," says John, "when I got to the Post Office Miss Trimble was surprised by the size of my parcel and she couldn't get her mouth round my tool. She said it wouldn't fit in her front entrance and so I had to squeeze it through the brown entrance at the back. It brought tears to her eyes as it was a tight fit but I managed to dislodge it alright. Then she showed me her big chest and asked if I could undo it for her. I had a go with my tool but needed some help, so she gave it a tug as well. I think she was pleasantly surprised when she saw the pearl necklace but she asked me to give it a wipe with my hanky. That was when she gave me kiss on the cheek for being so obliging."

Oh look, Janet's crying now. Do you think John should offer her his hanky? I don't.
(Che Grimsdale More fridge-magnet than babe-magnet, Thu 18 Jan 2007, 16:18, Reply)