Remember I showed you the box that sits on my bookshelf? In is a collection of bits and pieces, mostly jewellery from younger clubbing days that I no longer wear. Non Dreaded Nephew went through it once and took some bits and pieces he liked. There was nothing of real value in it with the exception of what is below.
I received this watch from my father and step mother for my 18th birthday. The brand is Citizen and it is a self winding watch. It self winds when it moves. Some ahem years later, if I pick it up, it starts to work, with the second hand moving. That is pretty damn good! It is engraved on the back and I don't think the camera has picked up that the face is green.
When Crown Casino (they would prefer I called it Crown Entertainment Complex) opened there was a shop within selling Boy London products. This is a belt buckle I bought. It probably came on a belt, but I can't recall now.
To go with the belt buckle, I just had to have a Boy London watch too. It no longer works. I suppose it needs a new battery.
Another belt buckle that appealed to me. I think it may have come from Dangerfield, but I am really not sure. How did I go from being a young person who wore Boy London and shopped in Dangerfield to an old man? Fortunately my looks were never great, so I didn't have much to lose there.
This was a cheapie watch. I can't imagine buying it, so it must have been a giveaway or something like that. Due to Russia's anti gay legislation, we are boycotting Stolichinaya, aren't we?
This final watch was given to be by R when I was about 25, I think. Luckily my allergy to any metal touching my skin for a decent period of time co-incided with me getting my first mobile phone so I no longer needed to wear a watch.
There is more in the box. Maybe another day.