Pointless!
"It's all pointless!" raged my mate. He just didn't get it. For a time, neither did I. "Why'd you spend all that money on an old Lego set from 17 years ago?" he said, spluttering into his pint. Michael is a good bloke, but not one to indulge his childish side. He just didn't find fart jokes funny, and thought that Star Wars was a load of pointless pap. I was with him on that, to a point- the new Star Wars just don't cut it. Give me the old ones anytime. But before he could launch into the next sentence of his tirade, I interrupted him.

"Mike, don't you love collecting guitars? And what about your collection of Matchbox cars?"
"But they're just investments!"

He had me there, I will admit. But the cars still stood in their boxes, and the guitars were all in cases, unused. I'd had arguments with him about this time and again- I just can't see the point in collecting stuff just to be looked at. This was all stuff to be used and loved, not just to be plonked on a shelf, to be shown off at one of his cheese and wine nights. I'd always wanted to have a go on one of his guitars, just to have a go on it, not thrash about like some angry silverback on speed. But no, in the boxes they stayed.

"Alright then Mike, I have a proposition for you- when my new set arrives, you're coming round, and you're going to help me put it together. If you still think it's pointless, then we'll call it the end of it and I'll buy you a pint. If not, I'll get you one".

Mike agreed to this- and the set arrived, and on the appointed day, he came round, with a large crate of beer to keep him amused. Mike always seemed to need alcohol whenever he was doing stuff he wasn't sure about. I always put it down to an adult security blanket- not that he would appreciate the comparison, of course. And so we got to work, all the pieces laid out, and the instructions duly stuck to.

Several cans of beers later, our masterpiece laid out on the coffee table, Mike sat back with a satisfied grin on his face.

"Y'know what Jim? I'm with you now on that one- sometimes it is good just to go for it."

And with that, we went off to the pub, me satisfied that I'd laid a prejudice of his to rest, that I was just being an idiot for buying kid's stuff, him happy that he'd discovered his childhood again.

Fucker never did buy me that pint though, and the guitars to this day remain unplayed.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Mon 5 Apr 2010, 18:07, 4 replies)

must.... resist....
only the fact that I would have to show my face where my parents are clearing up the bbq they had today is stopping me from grabbing my card and buying a ton of lego...
( Tedium Alduce me to interlow myself., Mon 5 Apr 2010, 19:08, closed)

Guitars....Unused!!!
Jesus Christ on a bike, tell him to play them, if he can't, get lessons, if he cant be bothered SELL THEM TO SOMEONE WHO WILL PLAY THEM!!!

Thats as bad as having a cock and not wanking
(micmac is happy as a pig in shite, Mon 5 Apr 2010, 21:00, closed)

Catholic priests have a cock and don't wank, and they seem to be doing...
Oh, wait...
( jim_bob can herd cats., Mon 5 Apr 2010, 21:23, closed)

Instructions?!
What manner of fuckery is this? Lego is for making fantabulous (blocky) creations out of the instructions in your head!

And special Lego with shaped pieces so that you can make a real looking bike/boat/helicopter/Millenium Falcon just isn't real Lego
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Mon 5 Apr 2010, 21:46, closed)

Also - unused guitars is just WRONG

(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Mon 5 Apr 2010, 21:47, closed)

Isn't that a prejudice in and of itself?

( jim_bob can herd cats., Mon 5 Apr 2010, 21:47, closed)

LEGO
is brilliant stuff, I`m off to find that box full of it in the loft.
(Sadarse works like Mist condensing mud flaps, Mon 5 Apr 2010, 23:49, closed)