I’m very proud of my collection of empty John West Mackerel tins, which today I was compelled to move from the bottom shelf of a bookcase to a much more spacious and imposing position on a shelf I made myself, six foot high, adjacent to my bedroom door:
Which, logically, makes my bedroom the North Atlantic:
And I’m not just proud of this oily collection but also of the shelf they’ve now taken their rightful place upon. You see, when I’m forced bysize and circumstance to transplant the collection a second time, I’ll be able to say of the shelf that once held them, it’s a shadow of my former shelf.
This sort of thing requires a great deal of effort.
2 Comments
July 2, 2009 at 4:44 am
Do you wash them a bit first or are they still full of dried up juice and flakey bits of fish?
July 2, 2009 at 5:34 am
What kind of man do you think I am?