Is this sad?

Ben Blaney says...

OK, so that's only 2 people who think I'm not a saddo in that respect.

 

No, tho i'm in the very rare position of having a task disk and not
the bike :-/

I thinking of Ebaying it with a reserve price of 2000 pounds and hope
it appeals the good nature of the thieving scrote.

 

Merely a little odd!

 

Owen says...

But are they from vehicles you've owned or from long term company
vehicles you've had? All mine are.

 

Heh... Everytime I find a tax disc I add it to the pile... And I have
absolutely no idea why... Some day I'll get around to putting them all
into order... I think I had an idea to putting them all on a board in
chronological order... Its not something I shout about...

Would it be sad, hypothetically speaking, if someone were to collect
all the different type of Rowntrees friut pastilles wrappers...?

And you thought you might be sad... ;-)
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Stuff ... | ooo |
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I'd put you close to occupying the same category as a little old lady
I met once. She had cupboards full of tea boxes. Back in the days
when tea came in leaves, like, not in bags. The boxes were
rectangular, about six inches by one and a half by one and a half -
similar proportions to After Eight boxes but smaller.

Anyway, this old dear had never thrown a box out since her old man
died, see. They were all immaculately cleaned out and flattened, then
stashed safely in cupboards: thousands and thousands of them.

She - and you - are much alike; and alike to the elderly gent that I
met when investigating a flea infestation. He was obsessed with
newspapers. Obsessed to the extent that he'd go round all the local
newsagents with his tartan shopping trolley and return day after day
with piles of unsold papers. He brought some fleas with him, as well.

By the time the young couple upstairs complained and I got into his
flat, he had completely filled the front bedroom, stacked out the
passage and there was just pathways in the living room from door to
chair, chair to fire and chair to kitchen. Pathways in stacks of
newspapers, many of which were duplicates, that were stacked from
floor tightly to the ceiling. He had only lived there for a few
weeks, since the flats had been refurbed.

That old fella - see him? That will be you in a few years, you mark
my words ...

 

I am an anal fucker, though.

 

Oh come on, he posted this ages ago.

Has someone switched off UKRM?

 

I can't even find my current one.

 

Yeah, and every now and then I find these little piles of tax disks
adding to the awful clutter in here, which I throw away.

Er, yes dear. There there.

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I don't know about collecting them - in a way I do, but that's only
because I put the new one in on top of the old one. I usually do it on
my way out somewhere, so I don't want it either cluttering up the car
or throwing on the floor. I want to get on my way, not take it to a
bin.

Anyway, enough of that, is this sad:
www.dash.dsl.pipex.com/pics/odo.jpg ?

 

I've got another 200 and a bit miles to wait. I'm jolly excited.

Unfortunately it's been raining and the Guzzi's Veglia clocks are doing a
bit of a Kew Gardens ATM.

 

20 years working in various Environmental Health Departments
guaranteed that I would find some odd people.
There's a book in there somewhere, I'm certain.

 

Pip wrote

TV series?

 

Why stop at putting them on a board?

Surely you'll want a nice piece of glass over the top and a frame to go
round the edges.

Look nice on an office wall, that would.

 

Owen says...

<proud>

 

You've not been round here yet ;-)

You could write a novel about what's growing out of my cupboards and
there's enough to inspire your imagination and memory to guarantee your
retirement, I'm sure.

 

Yeah. Life of Grime, I'd call it.

 

All yours are ... which?

 

Pip wrote

Wrong demographic. Think situation comedy instead, much more
profitable.