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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Dark Side of the Moon Vinyl
Must've been a first pressing. Was old but in absolutely perfect condition. I was about 7 at the time, and CDs hadn't really caught on yet so people were still using dark shiny disks to hear scratchy renditions of classic music. It was like tying a kitten to one of the black monoliths from A Space Odyssey before turning a nailgun on the helpless creature just to see what notes it would wail, and in my mind I refused to tarnish that album by playing it for that very reason.
It was something I was very protective of. My naive childish logic concluded that this one record could be sold at a figure high enough to buy me some sort of tropical island by the time I was 20 (now that it's here, I'm stuck in a terraced house in Berkshire). Alas, it was not to be. My sister ripped the sleeve from her Kylie Minogue album to kingdom come, and promptly 'replaced' my record with hers and relocated the heir loom to the nearest dustbin possible.
Apparently when you're 5 years old you can get away with that kind of thing. Of course, I got sent up shit creek without a paddle when I reduced the poor demon to tears and was informed by my culturally non-existent mother 'She doesn't know what she's doing. We'll get you a new one, don't worry'. 13 years on and I'm still waiting for that tropical island.
Length? About 6 miles across, with palm trees.
( , Sun 17 Aug 2008, 14:59, 2 replies)
Must've been a first pressing. Was old but in absolutely perfect condition. I was about 7 at the time, and CDs hadn't really caught on yet so people were still using dark shiny disks to hear scratchy renditions of classic music. It was like tying a kitten to one of the black monoliths from A Space Odyssey before turning a nailgun on the helpless creature just to see what notes it would wail, and in my mind I refused to tarnish that album by playing it for that very reason.
It was something I was very protective of. My naive childish logic concluded that this one record could be sold at a figure high enough to buy me some sort of tropical island by the time I was 20 (now that it's here, I'm stuck in a terraced house in Berkshire). Alas, it was not to be. My sister ripped the sleeve from her Kylie Minogue album to kingdom come, and promptly 'replaced' my record with hers and relocated the heir loom to the nearest dustbin possible.
Apparently when you're 5 years old you can get away with that kind of thing. Of course, I got sent up shit creek without a paddle when I reduced the poor demon to tears and was informed by my culturally non-existent mother 'She doesn't know what she's doing. We'll get you a new one, don't worry'. 13 years on and I'm still waiting for that tropical island.
Length? About 6 miles across, with palm trees.
( , Sun 17 Aug 2008, 14:59, 2 replies)
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