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» Obscure Memorabilia
Erm...
I have a piece of the suicide bomb that blew up the HSBC building in Istanbul on Nov 20, 2003. I found it after I had spent two days clearing all the glass up from my semi-destroyed dwelling in which my family came very close to death. It's a sharp and nasty piece of aluminium cooking pot the ammonium nitrate bombs were stored in and is digustingly deformed by the heat blast. I found it on my balcony as I live a stone's throw away from the blast site. May also have passed through someone, possibly the woman in the car whom I saw with half a head or the decapitated dead innocent civilian I passed while running frantically home from work.
Not really a collection but kept to remimd me of the fcuked upness of US foreign policy.
What with Bush being re-elected you never know I may be able to add to my collection. Twunt yanks.
/edit.. on a lighter note I have Bob the Fat Bastard's zippo lighter, Roadie (with a stomach like an arse) for the Macc Lads... if anyone remembers them. He dropped it and I half inched it at their concert in Buckley many moons ago...
(Thu 4th Nov 2004, 11:37, More)
Erm...
I have a piece of the suicide bomb that blew up the HSBC building in Istanbul on Nov 20, 2003. I found it after I had spent two days clearing all the glass up from my semi-destroyed dwelling in which my family came very close to death. It's a sharp and nasty piece of aluminium cooking pot the ammonium nitrate bombs were stored in and is digustingly deformed by the heat blast. I found it on my balcony as I live a stone's throw away from the blast site. May also have passed through someone, possibly the woman in the car whom I saw with half a head or the decapitated dead innocent civilian I passed while running frantically home from work.
Not really a collection but kept to remimd me of the fcuked upness of US foreign policy.
What with Bush being re-elected you never know I may be able to add to my collection. Twunt yanks.
/edit.. on a lighter note I have Bob the Fat Bastard's zippo lighter, Roadie (with a stomach like an arse) for the Macc Lads... if anyone remembers them. He dropped it and I half inched it at their concert in Buckley many moons ago...
(Thu 4th Nov 2004, 11:37, More)
» Things you've done when you've had no money.
I lived...
...on curry fried rice for 3 months, and so did six mates who would haul round my flat each evening for the big fry up. Cheap as fcuk. Any small cash we had was spent on cheap drugs and cheap booze. That is, until we pinched a kung-fu arcade machine from a nearby hall of residence in a midnight drunken ninja escapade, parked it in my hallway and jemmied it open for the seventy quid inside.
Then we all got pissed, stoned, continued to eat curried rice and played the game free for a couple of months.
All good things must come to an end. The cash ran out, the machine broke and two mates starved to death while a third went into hibernation.
(Fri 8th Oct 2004, 21:39, More)
I lived...
...on curry fried rice for 3 months, and so did six mates who would haul round my flat each evening for the big fry up. Cheap as fcuk. Any small cash we had was spent on cheap drugs and cheap booze. That is, until we pinched a kung-fu arcade machine from a nearby hall of residence in a midnight drunken ninja escapade, parked it in my hallway and jemmied it open for the seventy quid inside.
Then we all got pissed, stoned, continued to eat curried rice and played the game free for a couple of months.
All good things must come to an end. The cash ran out, the machine broke and two mates starved to death while a third went into hibernation.
(Fri 8th Oct 2004, 21:39, More)