Firstly, sorry for the redonkulous delay in posting these. The observant amongst you will note that the “at work” backdrop is a little different. This is but one of the smaller changes which happened over the past couple of months which essentially pushed me off the Intertubes. I’m back now, and posting them pics!
10/10 for frugalness but -severalE6 for style here. A carrier bag with a piece of card taped to it. My initial disappointment was checked when I saw a picture of our Glorious Monarch on the bag which, being a true Englishman, gets my blood flowing. Fun fact: the UK is the only country in the world which doesn’t have to put its name on the stamps. Why? 'Cos we bloody invented them.
Within the bag was this heartfelt missive from sil himself! The wide looping initials and strong, masculine descenders indicating strong opinions and, possibly, ginger hair. Who says graphology is rubbish?
Speaking of rubbish, let us get to the contents.
It’s a puzzle… thing. Some determined fiddling resulted in some movement of the colours. I’m going to assume that the position I got it into is the solved position. The educated reader may see the clever way I’ve encoded my personal genome into the particular pattern of colours.
Just in time for the thaw over here, it’s an ice-scraper. My spirits immediately rose upon seeing this item. I can stick blue LEDs into the clear plastic and pretend it’s a ray gun from Blake’s 7 or 1980s-era Who.
A lanyard! I can now impress girls by pretending to have been to Birmingham.
Something with a camera mount on one end and a suction cup on the other. I will assume that this has been used to attach a camera to the tiles in Stuart’s bathroom so that he can film himself singing along to Mariah Carey. Fun fact: Stuart’s singing was so good that it was the Content ID match which caused the resulting video to be removed from YouTube and not the nudity.
A wooden model of “bit” from TRON after contracting the little-known Bubonic Plague virus.
After accidentally leaving “transform: rotate(180deg);” in the CSS for this book, sales were disappointing. The book has not been signed by the author. He was probably lacking a pen.
Another 1980s BBC sci-fi great here, It’s Orac. From Blake’s 7.
After the recent court case, Stuart has been banned from instantly touching-up anything or anyone. He obviously had no further use for this. This being his only pen, it also explains the lack of a signature in the book.