I’m so broke. More broke than the glass I smashed last night. More broke than the Melbourne’s try-hard London Eye. And I have a tendency to lose my wallet every six months. I haven’t lost the current one for a good nine. So i’m due.
This one time not-the-real-Kenny posted my WHOLE handbag back to me. He found it hanging on the tow bar of the port-a-loos. Another time I lost it for a year. Bring briiiiing. Then I got a call. ‘Hello My name’s Blah Blah and I’m the manager of the Royal Mail up here at Dunkheld. We’re revegetating the garden and we’ve found your wallet’. Boomerang.
Other times I’ve not been so lucky. But I’ve found a solution. The paper wallet. Neatly held together by a plastic fork. Helloooo boys!!! Fabo.
Benny T introduced me to this stroke of genius at the bar on Sat night. As you can see by the surrounding shot glasses. So clever right now. Observe. Adopt.
Posted: 03/2/09 | How To > Idea > Suggestion