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Trying to impress a new girlfriend, I 'borrowed' my mother's car. Dropping her off in London, I managed to lose the car keys between locking it and reaching the other side of the road. Utter humiliation followed as my mum took the train to London with the spare key...
What have you lost over the years?
( , Fri 3 Dec 2004, 8:01)
Trying to impress a new girlfriend, I 'borrowed' my mother's car. Dropping her off in London, I managed to lose the car keys between locking it and reaching the other side of the road. Utter humiliation followed as my mum took the train to London with the spare key...
What have you lost over the years?
( , Fri 3 Dec 2004, 8:01)
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When I were a nipper
...I had a full set of MANTA ships. These were huge plastic spaceships with a plethora of colour-coded troops arranged inside. As I said, I had the full set, virtually gave every troop a name, and the love and pride I felt to these men in uniform was quite frankly suspect.
Then one day my brother lost one of the figures, an important one, a Lieutenant or something. All was ruined. They weren't the same any more. Sure they were physically there, but I knew it was all a fraud: there was one missing. Furious, I stopped playing with them overnight and moved on to whatever young boys do next.
I learned a lesson about materialism that night, specifically, the folly of giving your love to material objects. Everything breaks or is lost eventually. So why bother?
( , Thu 9 Dec 2004, 21:08, Reply)
...I had a full set of MANTA ships. These were huge plastic spaceships with a plethora of colour-coded troops arranged inside. As I said, I had the full set, virtually gave every troop a name, and the love and pride I felt to these men in uniform was quite frankly suspect.
Then one day my brother lost one of the figures, an important one, a Lieutenant or something. All was ruined. They weren't the same any more. Sure they were physically there, but I knew it was all a fraud: there was one missing. Furious, I stopped playing with them overnight and moved on to whatever young boys do next.
I learned a lesson about materialism that night, specifically, the folly of giving your love to material objects. Everything breaks or is lost eventually. So why bother?
( , Thu 9 Dec 2004, 21:08, Reply)
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