- Receipt for OPTIKA, 22 Stall St, Bath on 17 August 1996. Looks like I had an eye test, though I have no memory of this.
- Receipt for Napier University library, recording the borrowing of Mathematics in Western culture on 05 January 2005.
- Slip of paper torn from a A4 sheet. The header has Chapter 5 The Holos Worksheet.
- Cheap day return, Edinburgh to Dalmeny, 11 September 2004.
- Credit card receipt for Edinburgh-Glasgow monthly ticket, 30 October 2006. £250! No wonder I left that job.
- Receipt from Ipswich and Norwich Co-op for compost, 12 April 2003. I was served by Lynn.
- Wrapper from Terry's Waifa. Best before APR97.
- Two genuine bookmarks from Word Power books. Recent.
- Ditto, much creased, from Waterstones, circa 1997.
- Ditto, from John Smith and Sons, Glasgow, early 90s.
- Punched Fortran card. Rescued from Glasgow University Physics Dept, circa 1990.
- Ticket for the Courtauld Gallery, bearing a detail from Manet's A Bar at the Folies-Bergere.
- Seagate Pound. A fake pound note produced as a drinks voucher for a company bash. By means of Photoshop, our company secretary's head was substituted for the queen's, and didn't she look the part. Late 90s.
- Room card from Spread Eagle Hotel, Thame. Probably 1998.
- Business card/bookmark from Tin Can Mailman, Arcata, CA. I bought from them via abebooks. December 2001.
- Nice bookmark, bought in Paris, reproducing drawing by Gustave Moreau. I wondered where that had got to.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Bookmarks
I've just purchased some big bookcases to replace various small ones that I've acquired over the years. So last night I had some anoraky fun sorting out my books. Quite a few contained abandoned bookmarks. I've never been one for using proper bookmarks, usually just grabbing any handy piece of paper, so these form a kind of demented summary of my last 20 years. In no particular order:
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2 comments:
Sounds like you're going to need a bookcase for your bookmarks soon!
Yeah, I think I might donate them to the Hunterian museum on my death.
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