this is a tricky QOTW
I was burgled once (well, several times) and I remember running home thinking "please don't let them take my new 4 season sleeping bag!".
(They hadn't. They'd taken my stereo.)
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Thu 8 May 2008, 13:06, 3 replies)

I've had a wee think about this one
I don’t think I have any single possession I feel that way about.

I do have nice things, old letters and cards. My sons first lock of hair from his first haircut. Silly things like a big HD telly, nice car, Rolf Harris’s wee Rolferoo autograph.

My wife and child are everything to me but clearly not a material possession.

But my memories - well that’s a different thing. The moment I met my beautiful wife 11.50pm 24 Dec 1988. She was wearing a black dress and flashing me looks with the most dangerous smouldering eyes I have ever seen.

The day my son was born. They day my uncle died of multiple organ failure through alcoholism. Writing a letter to my father 10 years ago telling him I could take his abuse no more. Good, bad - all memories that make my life what it is.

Mrs Spimf has over the last decade watched her poor old mum slowly lose her identity, her mind and her memories - all through Alzheimer’s. Which is the most lingering spiteful and humiliating way to go out of this world.

So if I can’t have my memories I don’t really want anything else.

Sorry for getting a bit serious there
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Thu 8 May 2008, 13:05, 5 replies)

Another wheelbarrow candidate.
Laptop, external hard drive, Dreamcast, and the big box of treasures in my drawer that contains, among other things, photos, birthday, Christmas and Valentines cards from Mr Maladicta and ex-Mr Maladicta, the good luck cards given to me for A-levels, and random knickknacks. If there was room the fluffeh cuddly lion cub Mr Maladicta gave me for Valentines' Day (its name is Jack Bauer) and my Elfen Lied boxset.
( Maladicta, Thu 8 May 2008, 13:04, Reply)

My music collection
Or, if I can only take one item from it, my copy of Tight by Mindless Self Indulgence. I can get things re-autographed, but it is the CD that I payed the most for.

My family and photos of my girlfriend can burn.
(O(+> died of autoerotic asphyxiation on, Thu 8 May 2008, 13:01, 2 replies)

What would I rescue from a fire?
I've really had to think about this question. I thought about all the tatty old jewellery I own, I thought of all the photos, all my little nik-naks, my beloved vintage clothing, all of my well-thumbed and re-read books, letters from old lovers, baby clothes that my children wore, my wedding album.

I decided on my make-up bag.
( my_cat_has_no_shoes meh meh meh MEH MEH, Thu 8 May 2008, 13:01, 1 reply)

my engagement ring
In 2001 I got engaged to the bloke I loved, my best friend. Due to monumental awfulness beyond our control we got disengaged 6 months later. Love is not enough. Don't buy into the shit that it will conquer all.

We were pretty broke at the time and we went to the cheapy jewellers and chose a ring; very simple, very plain, with a tiny barely-visible-to-the-naked-eye diamond. I even tried to pay for half of it, frickin' feminist that I am, but he gallantly refused. I think it cost £250 quid in total and I panicked at wearing something that expensive (to me) on my hand.

I loved wearing that ring. I loved what it represented, and loved that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I wanted to marry that man. It broke my heart when we broke it off - it totally destroyed me - and it has taken me 6 years to get over it.

I know I shouldn't get so attached to a piece of jewellery that that represents a part of my life that is gone now, but it represents a point in my life where I was incredibly happy and optimistic about the future. I wore the ring on a chain around my neck for months after. Now it lurks in a drawer and occasionally I see it and am tempted to try it on to remember what it was like to feel that much in love with someone, but I usually manage to resist.

The day of my PhD graduation I bought myself a silver ring which I constantly wear on my ring finger. I have no idea if I'll ever wear an engagement ring again. I had the life I wanted but it slipped away,and it'd take someone pretty special for me to get to that stage again.

I'm not sure there's anything material that I'd save from a fire, but it's certainly something over which I still get sentimental.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:57, 15 replies)

That's easy . . .
Legless :)




Edit: whoops - didn't see Joe's post until I wrote mine - awwwwwwwwww :) thanks darling :)
( Mrs Legless . . . belongs to, well, you know . . . :), Thu 8 May 2008, 12:56, Reply)

The Spit-Roast
For starters We'll be having my latest toy.. "Spit roast" as she's known... (Eight inches at each end)



What you see here is my Full-Sus Downhill Tandem.

It's marvellous, or as friends phrase it "completely barking hat-stand". As no Insurance company will touch it, I'll be carrying that out.

Oh.. and for those who don't know what I look like... That's me that is.. hope it hasn't destroyed any mental images...
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Thu 8 May 2008, 12:54, 33 replies)

Tough one
I have often considered throwing out everything I own to rid myself of the awesome amount of shit I have stuffed in drawers and cupboards throughout the house but I can't bring myself to do it. I have every games console I have ever owned right back to a binitone pong machine stashed in a box about 10 consoles in all with another 4 still attached to my tv. I have boxes and boxes of every computer part I have ever replaced in my 7 pc's (which my wife tells me is too many) I keep old modems even though they are obselete. I have 7 acoustic guitars but I only play one I have 5 electrics and only play two. I have 4 guitar amps three of which haven't been plugged in for well over a year. Tonnes of old toys that I nostalgicly purchased of ebay and then stuffed in a cupboard. Clothes I never wear that haven't fit for years. A weights bench I will never use. Oh and about 40 lightsabers.

But worse than all that, I have boxes and boxes of little bits of tat that I just can't throw away. My wife thinks a dvd collection is pointless and a waste of space so science knows what she thinks of my cupboard of crap. It reminds me of a poem called Keith's Cupboard in The Don't Put Mustard in the Custard poem book only lots worse.

Ok i'm rambling but the point is I would probably run back in to the house and try to save it all and end up burning to death but really I should just let it all burn.

AFL etc.
( Peej, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:52, Reply)

Jean Cocteau was once asked if, in the event of a fire, he'd take his cat or his Picasso.
He said he'd take the fire.

So clearly, in the event of a fire I'm not going to save any Frenchmen. Bloody pretentious hoors.
( Dr Preference AjcuiVd289, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:52, 1 reply)

Broons
My collection of Oor Wullie and Broons annuals.

I've had bad thoughts recently about trying to fill the gaps on Ebay.
(Harold's hip man!!, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:51, 5 replies)

I sincerely hope
That there's a story similar to the one in Pulp Fiction regarding the gold watch.
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:51, 1 reply)

My futurama box set
The really cool one with the box to keep them all in.

Or my Samurai swords
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:50, Reply)

I'd need to go in with a wheelbarrow!
To collect my

- Xbox 360
- Robosapien V2
- Fender Strat
- New Rock Boots
- Duvet
(The Reverend annoying the regulars since, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:50, Reply)

Letters
Letters that I have from a girl that I liked.

They remind me of better times.

Better times being when she still talked to me.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:49, 16 replies)

I have many things I would need to rescue
but the main one is my computer. I have a lot of my photos on it, as well as all the stories I've written. The loss of that would be more than devastating.

I would also need to go in and rescue my copy of my great-grandfather's only published book. (I hate to say it, but he was not a very good storyteller- but he got published and I haven't, so I guess I'm told from beyond the grave.) I'd also have to rescue his pocket watch, which is in my dresser.

I have some family jewelry- rings that belonged to my grandfather's brother who died as a teenager and my grandmother's sister's husband, as well as the sister's engagement ring.

Other than that... well, there are the old video tapes of my kids as small children, the hiking staff I used to record their heights as they grew up, and a box of photos that has some of them in it.

And, of course, I would have to go back after my cat.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 8 May 2008, 12:48, 2 replies)

My mind
Coz it can do stuff.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:47, Reply)

All your base.



Meh.
( Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:47, Reply)

A book from childhood
Called "Who wants a cheap rhinocerous?"

Great book with many different ways of enjoying the company of a rhino!
(Krizla6.9, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:47, Reply)

my little box of smelly herbs
makes fire look so pretty and after a while i wouldn't care about anything else i lost...

except my 360 maybe
(Samantha Bricks Better half done a poo on, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:46, Reply)

The shiny things
.
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:46, Reply)

My bicycle
I love the thing. Spend far to much cash buying new bits and far too much time tinkering with it. I even keep it in the bedroom and say good morning to it when I get up.

I think I touch it more than my girlfiend.
(Errorist, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:45, 3 replies)

my willy
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( Gilgamesh gazed in wonder as Frampton came alive, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:44, 2 replies)

Mrs Legless
.
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:44, 5 replies)

Oh dear.
My integrity.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Thu 8 May 2008, 12:43, 1 reply)

My laptop
And, when my laptop dies..

My new laptop.

Sad, I know.
( Thinker, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:43, Reply)

Gay I Know....
But a teddy of shaun the sheep.

Was the last thing my Mum gave me before she died.

EDIT: 4th
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:43, Reply)

Dammit you F5 hounds.
I have the typical sentimental stuff like my grandmothers ring that I wear all the time and some of her paintings.

But if my house was burning down I would save the Henderson Cisz painting (ok ok it's a print but number 1/195 so like almost the painting..) and probably my harddrive because it has loads of stuff I have wrote on it and some of the chat logs from MSN from a guy I used to chat to a lot and when I feel down I read them to cheer myself up.

Oh and probably my bear that was sent to me by above guy for one of my birthdays.

Mine are really dull...
( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:42, 1 reply)

Second
first


EDIT

You annoying, annoying, suave git.

And I misspelt first and hit a wrong button. I could have had it I tells ya.

PROPER EDIT

Not my laptop in particular, but definitely my external hard drive. If I got that out, I would be ok I think.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:42, 3 replies)

Mine
Would have to be my Bass guitar.
I was given it by my parents for my 18th birthday, and I know that they spent more money on it than I'd have liked them to, I know that money was tight for them then too.

Haven't seen or spoken to them for years, but that's a story for another day.
( Cawl, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:42, 2 replies)