My new bag, yesterday.
Those of you who know me well will be aware of the phenomenon that is “AndyBag”.
For the uninitiated, instead of a jacket full of pockets, I prefer to carry the stuff of my life around in a small bag. What is the stuff? Well....
A compass, a multi-function tool which is mainly pliers, another one which is a magnifier and bottle-opener and torch, a ruler which collapses onto a key-ring, a large pen-knife, two elastoplasts, tablet sweeteners, a 32Mb SD Card, 2x sewing kits, a pill-box containing morphiate drugs (selection), fun-size Hugo Boss aftershave, 2x packs of Waddingtons Linen Finish Playing Cards (red and blue backs), a mini tape measure, iPOD headphones and 2.5mm jack adapter, a flat pack of Trebor sugar-free mints, a mini-LED torch (blue), a Chap-Stick, a table-top mini-tripod, a two-pence piece for tightening screws (or loosening), my driving licence, Blue Disabled Badge for parking, a pair of Sony sub-miniature collapsable headphones, a single tablet of Viagra (in bubble-pack), a black gel pen (uni-ball), a black hair comb, 2x Cherry Airwaves Chewing Gum, a Lakeland M&Ms glasses cleaner, a Handspring Treo650 mobile phone, a Jabra Bluetooth headset, a Canon IXUS 4.3 mega-pixel digital camera, and sometimes a tissue.
Admittedly, the list of contents has expanded somewhat as the size of the bag itself has expanded. Of late, bag size has risen to almost briefcase proportions, and I recognise that a change is required. The large bag brought me little pleasure, despite its generous dimensions. Though a worthy bag in its own right, it is not well suited to the task of being AndyBag. All my things ended up being at the bottom and all but impossible to accurately locate by touch alone.
So, the problem was to find a bag which accepted a multitude of things, whilst enabling easy accessibility. I had all but given up, until TL suggested I visit a bag shop.
Oh yes, sounds simple once said, but put yourself in my position. Well, quite.
I selected the bag which seemed to suit my needs perfectly. It is black, has plenty of pockets and holds plenty. Problem solved.
Or so I thought.
The dear stall-holder approached my from the left and declared loudly (mainly to me, but others must have heard):
“But sir - this is a LADY'S BAG!!”
Oh misery. There then followed a period of intense and agonised soul-searching.
I bought the bag. I like the bag.
Welcome to my bag. AndyBag - Reborn.
With reference to Greggs and Muffins, you have been short-changed. Ian received a free packet of Boot's own brand condoms, after a buying a sausage roll at the Manchester Greggs. He was told to play safe, I sure hope he does. See, you always get caught,he thought he could get away with buying a sausage roll without telling anyone.
Posted by: Rebecca | November 22, 2005 at 10:17 AM
If that's the bag you're into, Andy, it's lovely.
Posted by: Jason | November 22, 2005 at 12:24 PM
Rebecca - I appreciate your comments a lot, but I am puzzled....
Why comment here on the Greggs posting?
Posted by: AndyC | November 22, 2005 at 01:37 PM
Am I missing something or are you?
Posted by: Rebecca | November 22, 2005 at 02:51 PM
Sorry, just clicked, my comment should be with your muffins, sorry, blondish moment.
Posted by: Rebecca | November 22, 2005 at 02:53 PM
It's nice to see the phrase 'my comment should be with your muffins' used in everyday conversation again.
Posted by: Jason | November 22, 2005 at 04:24 PM
Don't worry about it, we all have them.
Posted by: AndyC | November 22, 2005 at 05:09 PM
I like the bag. I look forward to delving into its mysteries .... that is if I'm allowed.
Posted by: Liz Marshall | November 22, 2005 at 06:10 PM
Actually, Liz, I'd be happy wherever you delved. I'd even consider some form of payment for certain areas.
Posted by: AndyC | November 23, 2005 at 03:25 AM
Ah .... you wrote this before you read my blog then ... or maybe afterwards ... a change of heart maybe?
Posted by: Liz Marshall | November 23, 2005 at 05:34 PM
Change o fart?
Posted by: AndyC | November 23, 2005 at 06:53 PM