Most people seem to have a number of small, seemingly pointless items squirreled about their respective living spaces: trinkets, tchotchkes, trash ... call it what you will (ranging from the near ubiquitous office cubicle kitsch through to granny's horde of costume jewellery and   everything in between). Above is this someone's small stash: an Empire State Building snow globe, two Kinder Surprise aliens, a perspex encapsulated drop of Guinness, a similarly imprisoned glow-in-the-dark alien and a squeezable cow with a prolapsing anus (don't ask). Net value of materials? Not very much. Emotional value? Priceless. DP

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