My CollectionDo you have display cabinets full of stuff? With it all neatly labelled, cross-referenced and entered into a database. Have you been to a convention? Do other collectors look up to you in awe?
I thought I was above this one. I'm not that autistically geeky that I have a Collection with a capital C. But no, I remembered I'm hoarding away every version of "Inside Macintosh" ever published.
What do you collect? And why? I mean, what makes you do it?
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chthonic, Thu 11 Jan 2007, 16:52)
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The DonAt most places I work I acquire an apprentice and this is the tale of Don, my apprentice from a large insurance company.
Don was young black kid. Early 20's and *very* good looking - lots of women were attracted to him. Apart from his looks he was also bright, personable and funny. An all-round decent chap.
One week a few of us had to fly up from London to Glasgow and do a bit of work up there. Don was one of the guys who came along. Now on these trips we always went out mob-handed - the visitors (us) and some locals from the Glasgow office and this trip was no different. So we went out on the lash with young Don with us.
We ended up in some God-forsaken nightclub where the Glasgow slappers were out in force. (there were some nice Glaswegians there as well but I digress). We were all a little merry but poor Don was ten sheets to the wind. He was arse-holed. He really couldn't handle his drink and he was pissed as a newt.
So one local moose, a really BIG girl, made a bee-line for poor drunken Don and within 30 minutes of us arriving at the club had hauled the poor lad away to her lair under the stairs. A couple of minutes late and she had whipped down his trousers and was proceeding to ride him like a Grand National jockey. In full view of his cheering workmates.
It's a crying shame that this was before the advent of digital cameras and phones but there you go.
But this QOTW is about collecting things isn't it and you think I'm straying off topic? Ah, but no....
You see, when we got back to London HQ where we worked this tale spread like wild-fire around the company. And then they started to appear. Pigs. In a very short time various different stuffed pigs started to appear on Dons desk along with little notes:
"I heard how much you loved pigs. Saw this and thought of you!"
After a couple of weeks he dozens of the things all lined up in his workspace.
He also managed to collect a new nickname that still hasn't worn off.
Don The Pig-Sticker.
Cheers all
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Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 12 Jan 2007, 12:20,
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