Accumulative Clutter..

..Where does this stuff come from? Over the years we collect piles and piles of seemingly useless objects, and then proceed to keep them as some sort of sentimental gesture...

Looking through my old stuff, I rather efficiently archived 22 years of stocking fillers, cracker toys and all manner of things I've acquired and preserved along the way.. Below is a minor insight.. we all have this stuff, but what's the reason?


Hacky Sack, definite stocking filler - Used and loved for about 2 hours, until the innards started coming free from the sack..


Leaf with my name on it, from my Dads wedding.. It used to be green.. Normally people don't keep leaves..


Skateboard wheel. 1 of 4, not sure where the other 3 are though.


BB Gun, purchased off of Alex Foster in year 10 for the extortionate price of £20, now missing a clip.. Provided great amusement, especially capping an unexpecting Richard in the arm out the window. Brap.


Got a lot of negative feedback when wielding this phone, due to it's deep red colour, and the mirror on the front.. Tape now holds the battery and signal in place, hasn't worked for a good few years....


A HEADLESS TIGER WITH A GOLD NECKLACE!?!? Christmas present from my Auntie..


A remnant of the Driving Range days, from which we stole buckets and buckets of balls.. Which we later frittered away, not bothering to collect them.. for some reason, this has stayed with me.


An innocent spoon.. No, really.. No drugs have ever been heated up on this.. I remember getting it from a Ski resort in France, over one meal I noticed the spoons were flexible, so I created this, much to the dismay of the owner.. He charged me the pitiful total of 1 euro to account for my damage.. I paid, and kept my spoon - for 6 years and running..


Spike from a porcupine as discovered in Italy as a youth.. I did use to have alot, and they were alot bigger, but in-sufficient preservation has had the above effect.


Hasn't ticked for 10 years.


I haven't had an N64 for a good few years now, but somehow could never force myself to part with Goldeneye, just on the off chance I go somewhere that has an N64 (without Goldeneye).. you know.


Wind-up brain.. Essential.


Pink plectrum, as comandeered from James Day in French class, un-used (by me).


Screw-driver kit.. straight out the cracker. Deadstock.


Tech Deck finger-boarder.. with magnetic feet.


I was part of the Mini-Disk revolution that never took off. Shame.


I'd lost Cartman for a number of years.. he's made a welcome return.


Turkish Millionaire, what what what what what what what?


Depressing remnant of the Subbuteo days.


An actual bomb, I think this is a dog chew, some how it found its way into my mountain of clutter..


Drunken vandalism has never been the one.. And the 'chain' is actually a belt of a womans dress we found in Oxfam, costing a total of 40p, after the old women in there painstakingly took the thing off the dress..


Never played baseball..


A reminder of my trip to LA, an adventure on which I came closer to death than I've ever been before! A good point to almost end on..

I did have loads more to do, but I got caught up looking at old photographs, and when I went back to taking pictures of useless items, I'd lost the impetus, so there it is, the mainstays. Still never got over the fact my mum sold my Thunder Birds, Crash Dummies & Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles at carboot sale prices. Thing is though, when you don't have these seemingly meaningless figures of your past, you really want them, but when you have them.. you just keep them hidden away in closets attics and garages.. Such is the curse of sentimentality.