Saving The Cheerleader And Other Stuff

A few Christmases ago my auntie and uncle gave me a bubblegum dispenser.  Now, not to sound ungrateful, but it was a piece of plastic with terrible sugary gum balls inside.  It’s the thought that counts, but my thought was that I would rather they didn’t waste their money.  Since then, I have (very sensitively) declared a ban on “stuff” (and, for the record, socks) as gifts on special occasions.

That said, I do have a Stuff Shelf in my Games Room.  Officially the Games Room is a dining room, but the table has been used a lot more for poker, board games and air hockey (it actually is an air hockey table) than it has for dining.  Here’s the contents of my Stuff Shelf (please ignore the dust):

 

stuff shelf

  • An origami bird a friend made from a flier in a pub last year.
  • A Magic 8 Ball, because how else is one to make an important decision?
  • My very own Claire Bennet, because if you save the cheerleader you save the world.
  • A pewter tankard, a 21st birthday present, filled with crisp packet triangles and some Hard Rock pins.
  • Some very, very old needles for a record player in an HMV tin.  Part of me thinks this may be worth some money at some point.
  • A stretchable Stig because, well, why not?
  • A polaroid of me wearing my blues at work before my first visit in to a production area.
  • My ticket from when I went to see Frank Turner and The Sleeping Souls at Wembley Arena.
  • A commemorative London 2012 Coke bottle.
  • A nodding dog that doesn’t fit in a convertible.
  • A robot from a Kinder egg.
  • An alarm clock too noisy to put anywhere else.
  • A Maltese bus.
  • Wind-up racing space hoppers.
  • Various radio controlled UFOs, cars and helicopters that have most likely never been turned on.

 

So there you go.  You learn something new every day.

 

My love look me in the eye don’t lie
Whats eating you inside
I know someone said I ain’t your kind
Who knows that maybe their right

Do you feel it in your bones
And bones beneath your skin
And the blood that flows within
I thought it was obvious

My love we’re made of the same old stuff
Same old stuff
It’s not hard
Just look at how close we are
Instead of how far

My love we’re made of the same old stuff
Same old stuff
It’s not hard
Just look at how close we are
Instead of how far

So what tell me what you got to hide
Do we all get pulled back sometimes
You feel cold
You feel so low
Just the same as i

I feel it in my bones
And I feel it in my skin
And the blood that flows within
I thought it was obvious

My love we’re made of the same old stuff
Same old stuff
It’s not hard
Just look at how close we are
Instead of how far

I did it your way
Don’t push it baby
There’s nothing more than bones and impressions now

Same old, same old, same old
There’s nothing more
Same old, same old, same old
There’s nothing more

My love its time
My love.

Same old, same old
Same, same old.

Same Old Stuff by The Feeling

Comments 1

  1. Marianne

    Love the shelf contents. Says a lot about you. Thanks for getting intimate with us your readers. Marianne

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