Bookmark
I mentioned a minute ago that I can be quite sentimental. Quite how sentimental became apparent to me a couple of New Years ago.

I was invited to a Not New Year party in London by my friend L. My friend V was also invited, and she drove. We parked in West Hampstead, outside a the flat of a third friend, R, who was also going.

We were running a bit late, so, having parked, we had a fairly quick turnaround to get the Thameslink to Streatham. We left our bags in the car.

4am came along, and we arrived back at R's flat. The bags were no longer in the car. My sleeping bag was still there, but my clothes had gone. V and I were left with nothing but the clothes we were stood in - and since it'd been a heroes and villains theme party, this meant in my case that I had nothing but the costume of a 6-foot Cadbury's Twirl. (Cadbury's heroes, geddit? I'll post a photo in the replies.)

The loss of my Charlie Don't Surf t-shirt should have annoyed me (as should the loss of clean underwear), but they didn't.

What irked me was this: I was reading Madame Bovary at the time, and was using two bookmarks - one for the novel proper, and one for the editor's notes at the end. One of these was a paper bookmark from Page 1 books, a bookshop in Hull. For a decade, its job had been to keep track of the editor's notes in various books, and it had been to Latin America, East Africa and Iran with me. It had been up Kilimanjaro. And its loss was what annoyed me more than anything else. I spend an hour and a half scouring the streets of West Hampstead for abandoned bags. Partly this was because V was upset and I care about her. Partly it was so I would have clean clothes. But mainly it was so I could find my copy of Madame Bovary and retrieve a bookmark.

I baffle myself. I really do.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 8 May 2008, 15:38, 8 replies)

Photo, then...

( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 8 May 2008, 15:39, closed)

Give us a twirl!

( chthonic, Thu 8 May 2008, 16:00, closed)

The bookmark thing
I understand that perfectly. I have a few old bits and pieces like receipts, tickets etc from events and attractions I have been to on holiday. Completely worthless financially, but full of memories.

I have however never been dressed as a chocolate bar.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Thu 8 May 2008, 16:07, closed)

Twirls
are just flakes covered in chocolate. I think that says it all, you flake.


Edit: my current bookmarks are a Libyan aeroplane boarding card and a train ticket to Hereford.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Thu 8 May 2008, 16:57, closed)

I like "Twirls"
mmmmmmmmm chocolate
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 8 May 2008, 18:40, closed)

did
anyone unwrap you and take a bite?
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Fri 9 May 2008, 10:40, closed)

@CHCB
Ummm... that'd be telling.


Can't actually remember...
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 9 May 2008, 10:42, closed)

you obviously missed a trick there, then
you should have hidden mini Twirls around/under your costume and invited the chocolate-loving ladies to get their hands/mouth on them. Then follow that up with a dodgy line or two about the man-sized-bar prize.

But then I want to make a fancy dress costume purely out of bubble wrap so you probably shouldn't listen to me.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Fri 9 May 2008, 10:53, closed)