My most treasured possessionWhat's your most treasured possession? What would you rescue from a fire (be it for sentimental or purely financial reasons)?
My Great-Uncle left me his visitors book which along with boring people like the Queen and Harold Wilson has Spike Milligan's signature in it. It's all loopy.
Either that or my Grandfather's swords.
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chthonic, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:38)
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Without a doubt....The watch my maternal grandad left me, it was always destined to be mine since I was the first boy to be born from that side of the family and as such, was named after him. He represented everything I aspire to be as a person and the night I realised he was dying was the saddest of my life.
That watch means more to me than any other object ever could, and all I'm getting out of my nazi-worshipping, peadophile of a paternal grandad is £300 from the sale of his house after he topped himself that is buying the good Doktor a tree siddy.
The twunt.
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 19:31, 2 replies)
...The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.
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Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Thu 8 May 2008, 21:23,
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Does that meanIf I go back into the house for it that John Travolta will be sat on my khazi?
(, Fri 9 May 2008, 16:37, closed)
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