I can do "odd".
Rather than posting a list of my pocket contents, which seems to be the fashion, I thought I'd tell you a little story about carrying odd things, and how it's helped diffuse a potential gang-beating scenario.

I do lots of historical interpretation stuff (posh, paid theatrical sort of re-enactment) and often carry a variety of period weapons, costumes etc.

I was once cut up at an island by several burly guys in a car. Naturally, I used The Language of Horn and Flashing Lights to communicate my disapproval. Later in my journey, I ended up in front of them and through the alternating orangey dark and glare of headlights, noticed that they were probably in the mood to follow me and attempt to intimidate me.

Fine by me. I arrived at my venue for the evening, and was just unpacking my cavernous estate's rear when they too pulled onto the carpark.

When I pulled a 6-foot C16th German two-handed sword out of the boot, they left. I never did get the chance to ask them why... or indeed to show them the lovely sharp new Katzbalger (sword) and Messer (dagger) I'd brought along with me as well.
( Doctor When May your wife shat and chipper, Thu 27 Oct 2005, 17:37, Reply)