I love re-reading old battered books you suddenly decide, upon a whim, to make a long arm for and pull down off the shelf to read on the tube/bus/donkey and then when flicking casually through an old bus ticket or flyer or even photo falls out and again youre transported back to the last time you read that book and the existence of that 'bookmark' and the 'adventures' surrounding it take on as much of its own dialogue in your head as the 'treasured book' youre about to read. Recently I found the following:
A bus ticket from Wells to Bristol from 1997 - £3.85 for 19 miles
A flyer from SCL's first night at On the Rocks when iLikeTrains played and me and bamos dj-ed
A picture of my dad from about 1969 next to an old humber and dressed like bobby Grindrod
A flyer for a club in Liverpool called EVOL that I attended in 2003
See, you'd never get the same evocative feel and memory from a proper bookmark would you
Teach me to have a humour. I am a robot.