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...
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chthonic, Thu 14 Aug 2008, 16:32)
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QuestionWould anyone else like to have a museum room whereby all "priceless" artefacts were stored?
I reckon it would be pretty cool, but i am sure my collections would bore other people feckless.
There was a TV program on BBC2 years ago about collections of victorian stuffed kittens in poses - quite gruesome as they had mostly been drowned to ensure they looked good when stuffed. Thats what started my museum musings, but not having something that "good" to collect has stopped me there.
My aunt does have some stuffed things - a fox (roadkill), and owl (hit my uncle on his helmet - Motorbike helmet - and broke its neck), a mouse on a piece of straw and a stoat.
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bazza van der trance , ooh baby baby, baby baby. Get up on this., Tue 19 Aug 2008, 16:50,
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Drowned animals...Reminds me.
When my brother and I were young, he had a hamster (named Pip I believe), which had developed the interesting habit of eating it's own feet.
Now, this clearly wasn't good for Pip, and he was beyond any help, so my parents decided it would be best to "put him to sleep".
Unfortunately, they knew my brother would be devestated, so they had to make it look natural - a flat hamster does not a convincing "he passed in his sleep" story make.
So they drowned him. In a jam jar.
Then, realising we would be home from school soon, they had to dry him out. So they used a hair dryer.
The images haunt me now...
Best thing was, he was still warm from the hair dryer when we got home, so my brother thought he'd only just died.
My brother still refuses to believe it today, and he's 30.
Poor sod.
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I went to that museumIt was called Mr Potter's Museum of Curiosities, and was next door to the Jamaica Inn near Bodmin. There were about 10-15 displays of stuffed animals in various situations, extremely creepy amongst all the other thousands of weird items. I bought a guide with photos, since then the silly bastard owner sold the place and broke the collection up.
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uncle bastard is twanging a dan moi, Tue 19 Aug 2008, 22:34,
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