Idling

[liadnan]

"Working at home" today. Actually, I do have some work to do, which is currently somewhat remarkable (Charon QC has a superb musing on the start of the Law Vacation here: that doesn't actually have much of a direct impact on my practice but it's true business is pretty slack in August), and the main reason I am at home was to take delivery of my BT Broadband dooberries, which means I really can work at home. Nevertheless, what I'm actually doing is trying to sort out some fifteen years of accumulated crap. I am a Thing-Collector by nature, and every phase of my life is littered with the detritus of film tickets, letters, postcards, termcards, fliers, this that and the other. Most of this stuff then sits untouched for years in a box in the corner of the room, and quite a lot of it has gravitated to my mother's house over the years. Last weekend I picked up a stack of it and brought it back: I'm now trying to make some sense of it all.

Thing is, I meant to throw much of it out. But when it comes down to it, I can't bear to part with scribbled scores of epic games of Hearts at Walton St (H, there's a scoresheet here with you on a couple of thousand and someone initialled "MH" playing, I wonder who that could possibly have been...), torn tickets for Greek ferries (including the ill-fated Express Samina, the godawful Naias II, and my favourite ferry, the Milos Express (built in the 60s on the Tyne as the Vortigern for Sealink google tells me, good grief: looks as though quite a lot of the old Greek ferry fleet was ex-Sealink/Townsend Thoresen/etc, sent to Indian breakers 2004)), the menu for an MCR Guest Night Dinner when I, um, nevermind. I shall have to have a rethink...

Comments

[susumu.livejournal.com]

I've had this problem recently and really the only way to deal with it is to steel yourself and be utterly ruthless. With frequent stops to make tea/coffee and piss about, of course.

[liadnan]

I've just found an old photo id from 1992. With a beard. No wonder I always used to get the third degree at airports... I look like a wanted poster.

[hano.livejournal.com]

you with a beard? You do relise that we're all going to want to see that?

[eccles.livejournal.com]

I second the motion!

[liadnan]

I don;t seem to have access to a scanner. How sad.

[susumu.livejournal.com]

You must have a mobile phone with a camera by now, surely.

Or else I will resort to Photoshop this afternoon.

[cybik.livejournal.com]

Or a normal digital camera..

[jen-c-w.livejournal.com]

you are a genius
Of course we must see, and forthwith.

[deililly.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you need to make it into scrapbooks or a collage for the wall.

[liadnan]

It's a thought. Trouble is I'm running out of wallspace already due to pictures.

[dr-lovely.livejournal.com]

Gah !! That brings back memories. MH was a very bad boy, so now with the benefit of hindsight I think I'm best out of that one. Mind you those were mostly very happy days.

PS. JH is a ratweasel.

[liadnan]

Indeed.
Incidentally, the thing I did after the MCR guest night, and you, and JH, all have a certain connection.

[dr-lovely.livejournal.com]

Is it AN Wilson ?? Liadnan you can't throw that stuff away. If you don't want it send it to me.

[liadnan]

Might be. Not going to. All going neatly back in boxes.

[nicnac.livejournal.com]

the menu for an MCR Guest Night Dinner when I, um, nevermind.

C'mon, give it up! The scandal-ometer is going haywire.

[liadnan]

Oh if only you knew. But I'm not going to go into detail here.

[nicnac.livejournal.com]

You leave me no option other than to loosen your tongue with alcohol. I should write a list of things to winkle out of you when this happens.