Hello. Welcome to this bit of the internet. I'd love to pretend that this was some sort of high art project that captures the inherent essence of something-or-other and the disposability of 21st century life, but in all honesty it's because I realised the other day that my wallet is full of crap. Crap that I've picked up, collected, used and hoarded over the past few years. I know I've cleared the rubbish out of my wallet before, but I hadn't realised how much shit has built up in it since that last foray into tidiness. Just look at some of the crap I've collected; some of it is five years old. why am I carrying that around with me? Well, I'm not now. I took everything out. However, as I'm an anally-retentive OCD-ridden idiot I thought I'd better document everything. And save it all in a box under my bed as well. Anyway, this is the fruits of my labours. Loads of old crap that I don't want to throw away but don't want to carry around with me any more. I don't really know what to do with this page now I've made it. That's the problem with my life. Although I have a good job and a lovely wife, I struggle with these insane projects that keep popping into my head. The indie blog at least has some creative merit to it. I was thinking of selling links from the pictures above to people's websites. Maybe I will, email me here if you want to pay me for a link. If not, maybe I could make a book. I've though of writing books before but only have a very limited attention span, so I've never actually committed to sitting down and writing one. Anyway, I'm merrily typing all this crap knowing full well nobody is ever going to read it, but it's keeping me entertained for ten minutes. I hope you like this page. Either that or just let it pass you by. You can tell people about it if you like. I also realised that I've had my wallet for the best part of 15 years. It was free with a promotion from Marlboro cigarettes. You had to collect the little silver pull tabs from packs and send 40 of them off with a cheque for the postage and packing. My mate Duncan got one as well, so it must have been when we shared a house in our second year at university. There is a clue in the pictures which tells you which university. Anyway, that was in 1993, so that dates the wallet better than any of the crap in it. That's the sort of information that TimeTeam go bandy for. The pictures above are in no particular order, just the order that the stuff came out of the wallet. Taking photos gave me half an hours entertainment so it's not a complete waste of my life. Honest. Really I should have been doing something worthwhile instead of this. Even doing the washing up would have been a more useful way to spend the time. And when I've done I'm just going to unleash all this shit on an already overflowing internet. An internet that is far better served being filled with pictures of kittens. Still, I hope you enjoyed it. The pictures have been sanitised to remove too much personal information and to stop you stealing my identity. You'd be far better stealing someone else's identity anyway, mine is pretty rubbish. I did realise that there are things in here that I have no idea where they came from. I also realised that I need to go to the dentist again; so maybe it's not been a complete waste. Actually, if you've got this far you can buy a book of this page by clicking here. It's the publishing sensation of the year!