Thrown away: The stuff you loved and lost.
Smash Wogan writes, "we all love our Mums, but we all know that Mums can be cunts, throwing out our carefully hoarded crap that we know is going to be worth millions some day."
What priceless junk have you lost because someone just threw it out?
Zero points for "all my porn". Unless it was particularly good porn...
( , Thu 14 Aug 2008, 16:32)
Smash Wogan writes, "we all love our Mums, but we all know that Mums can be cunts, throwing out our carefully hoarded crap that we know is going to be worth millions some day."
What priceless junk have you lost because someone just threw it out?
Zero points for "all my porn". Unless it was particularly good porn...
( , Thu 14 Aug 2008, 16:32)
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Buzz Aldrin, who he?
So yeah... Buzz Aldrin. I was working on a 'corporate event' in Sweden and we hired the man, the legend, for a bit of 'motivational discourse' at £40K plus expenses (flight, 5-star hotel) for 45mins of oft-repeated blather. I had to brief him - we met at his hotel bar with his wife, a surreal being that looks (thanks to serial facelifts) like a Muppet in a wind-tunnel. I talked business, Buzz repeated his rehearsed and exhausted PR spiel. Hard and pointless work, but I left with his BUSINESS CARD... a thick sliver of white, premium card, heavily - heavily - embossed with blue and gold 'NASA style' logo and bearing the truly awesome, super-impressive text: Buzz Aldrin, Astronaut. I mean, come on...
Next day, Buzz was dire. Total toss. In the early stages of dementia, he came out in front of around 300 Europeans captains of industry and in a bizarre helium voice declared: "I'm not Buzz Aldrin, I'm..." He then produced a strangely familiar plastic figure from his pocket and proceeded to make it 'fly'... "I'm Buzz Lightyear!" Then it went downhill. I never worked for that company again. But as Buzz left, as promised the night before, he gave me a framed photo... him on the moon - you know it: big spacesuit, reflections in the visor - and signed!!
So I got the business card stashed in my treasure box by my desk. I got the framed, signed photo on my wall. I know he's a dick, but hey - this is cool stuff. Sits there for 10 years during which my son turns 18 and throws a party. Clearing up next day I enter my trashed office and there, mid-desk, is the Aldrin card... torn roughly into the angular aftermath of several roaches.
Angry? Naah... Pissed myself to tell the truth. My first thought was whether the card would have been a bit too thick for a decent roach.
So... the frame's not much cop, but can anyone think of a comparably fitting use for the signed photo? Definitely not roachable and a little faded. Should I just recycle?
( , Fri 15 Aug 2008, 1:42, 1 reply)
So yeah... Buzz Aldrin. I was working on a 'corporate event' in Sweden and we hired the man, the legend, for a bit of 'motivational discourse' at £40K plus expenses (flight, 5-star hotel) for 45mins of oft-repeated blather. I had to brief him - we met at his hotel bar with his wife, a surreal being that looks (thanks to serial facelifts) like a Muppet in a wind-tunnel. I talked business, Buzz repeated his rehearsed and exhausted PR spiel. Hard and pointless work, but I left with his BUSINESS CARD... a thick sliver of white, premium card, heavily - heavily - embossed with blue and gold 'NASA style' logo and bearing the truly awesome, super-impressive text: Buzz Aldrin, Astronaut. I mean, come on...
Next day, Buzz was dire. Total toss. In the early stages of dementia, he came out in front of around 300 Europeans captains of industry and in a bizarre helium voice declared: "I'm not Buzz Aldrin, I'm..." He then produced a strangely familiar plastic figure from his pocket and proceeded to make it 'fly'... "I'm Buzz Lightyear!" Then it went downhill. I never worked for that company again. But as Buzz left, as promised the night before, he gave me a framed photo... him on the moon - you know it: big spacesuit, reflections in the visor - and signed!!
So I got the business card stashed in my treasure box by my desk. I got the framed, signed photo on my wall. I know he's a dick, but hey - this is cool stuff. Sits there for 10 years during which my son turns 18 and throws a party. Clearing up next day I enter my trashed office and there, mid-desk, is the Aldrin card... torn roughly into the angular aftermath of several roaches.
Angry? Naah... Pissed myself to tell the truth. My first thought was whether the card would have been a bit too thick for a decent roach.
So... the frame's not much cop, but can anyone think of a comparably fitting use for the signed photo? Definitely not roachable and a little faded. Should I just recycle?
( , Fri 15 Aug 2008, 1:42, 1 reply)
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