It’s VCR Day, and I was devastated to find that I don’t own the TMNT video that someone bought me for my birthday a few years ago for 10p from a charity shop after all. Gutted. Totally gutted.
And there’s no alternative anywhere in the house because I got rid of all my videos years ago, every last VHS cassette going the way of the Beta tapes a decade earlier.
I now had no idea how to celebrate this occasion, and I certainly wasn’t willing to knock on my neighbour’s door:
“Hi there. I was wondering if I could borrow a video tape.”
“Which video tape?”
“What do you have?”
“I don’t have any.”
“Why’d you ask me which one, then?”
And so on.
But then I suddenly remembered one hungover morning back in October 2011, when I trudged downstairs to find an empty egg box, complete with congealed shells, and a Pocahontas video missing its case, both sat next to the toaster. Apparently I’d fried some eggs upon my drunken return from the pub, which was fair enough, but I had no idea where the video had come from. Then a fuzzy memory from only hours prior surfaced: I’d found it on top of a rain-soaked dustbin in the street sometime around 4am. Classy.
So above is the photo I took that day to prove to all of my social media contacts that I was the kind of grown man who does such things, subsequently forgets, then finds it amusing when he remembers. And I still am.
Now, kindly rewind this post for the next reader.