Obscure Memorabilia
At home my other half has a broken piece of a piano. Just a single hammer from a broken piano. And yet this twisted bit of wood and metal is a piece from the piano that they flung in the TV series Northern Exposure. We've also got some gardening tools from the first series of Big Brother.
What wierd stuff do you own that has a history?
( , Thu 4 Nov 2004, 8:19)
At home my other half has a broken piece of a piano. Just a single hammer from a broken piano. And yet this twisted bit of wood and metal is a piece from the piano that they flung in the TV series Northern Exposure. We've also got some gardening tools from the first series of Big Brother.
What wierd stuff do you own that has a history?
( , Thu 4 Nov 2004, 8:19)
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A small dead child...
...before i got to him, he was quite the family favourite. I used to watch him get home from school. He'd walk home along the windy towpath, and i would casually stroll along behind him,fumbling with myself in my jacket pockets. He'd arrive home, and tell his parents about his day. Through the window i could see the glee on their faces as he announced another aced exam, or showed them another good report. Some days hed walk home with friends. I'd go home desolate those cold evenings, and have to console myself hiding in the bushes outside his bedroom window.
Eventually, when i felt this relationship was starting to fall apart (he'd changed his route home), I jumped and threw a black bin liner over his head, hoisted it over my shoulder and took him to the quarry. It only took a few minutes, but now hes always there for me, just beyond the click of the basement lock.
( , Wed 10 Nov 2004, 17:31, Reply)
...before i got to him, he was quite the family favourite. I used to watch him get home from school. He'd walk home along the windy towpath, and i would casually stroll along behind him,fumbling with myself in my jacket pockets. He'd arrive home, and tell his parents about his day. Through the window i could see the glee on their faces as he announced another aced exam, or showed them another good report. Some days hed walk home with friends. I'd go home desolate those cold evenings, and have to console myself hiding in the bushes outside his bedroom window.
Eventually, when i felt this relationship was starting to fall apart (he'd changed his route home), I jumped and threw a black bin liner over his head, hoisted it over my shoulder and took him to the quarry. It only took a few minutes, but now hes always there for me, just beyond the click of the basement lock.
( , Wed 10 Nov 2004, 17:31, Reply)
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