Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Found property

This Guardian feature suggests that what we lose might be more interesting than what we own. It's hard to cherish that which you can no longer hold, but we seem to manage it with ex-people.

This prompts some good news (nearly recent): the black cap I bought in Moscow, which went missing around the time of the notebook, turned up under the sofa like a hibernating hollow dusty cat. The notebook wasn't in it, like a dehydrated mouse.

This was got in Izmaylovo Market, bargaining over kopecks whilst being stalked by two large gentlemen who had earmarked me as a tourist (Vernisazh, next door, is where the real souvenir tat seekers go, and where I got my genuine rat-fur shapka on a previous visit).

They were then obliged to act as audience while I pulled my 'A ridiculous price!' face and pointed 'the walk away of disgust' directly at them. They looked massively unimpressed, but did retreat slightly.

It says on the inside 'made in America,' then, on a label tucked under the brim 'made in China.' But of course I bought it because it looked Russian.

1 comment:

Bill Herbert said...

The aforementioned bunnet is turning into the Moscow Hat of Invisibility, as whenever I put it on, no-one can recognise me, as in this disastrous attempt at friendly networking:

Mystery Brain

Book-queue signin, sixteen readers long,
Book-queue signin, sixteen readers long –
well, this new black bunnet makes my face feel wrong.

Moscow bunnet, sittin on, on my head,
Moscow bunnet, sittin on, on my head –
well, it took my name away from my friend with the pen.
(What happened then?)

Moscow bunnet, lookin cool, cool as toast,
Moscow bunnet, like a black ole slice of toast,
please be bringin my name back, cause I’m like a g-ghost
(like a g-ghost).

Moscow bunnet, coverin up, up my brain (up my brain),
Moscow bunnet, coverin up, up my brain (up my brain) –
well I threw it away so it never will again
(will again).