You can never have too many obsessions. If you've endless attic space.
Fortunately, beer labels take up fuck all room. Even Dolores doesn't object: "Just as long as it isn't more stinky books, Ronald."
DDR labels. Why do they obsess me? Because I neglected to collect them? I have a bad case of Ostalgie? They have their own distinctive aesthetic?
All three obviously. With a syrup of personal memories poured over the top.
I can't help searching for DDR label collections on ebay. They're so tempting, I try not to look too often. All those pretty labels. Just awaiting for a good home.
"I've no idea how that happened."
"You bought 450 labels."
"They only cost 40-odd euros. Bargain. I can use them on my blog. I'm always banging on about the good old DDR days."
"You didn't live there, Ronald. It was very different for us. You only saw the best bits."
"I went to Merseburg."
"I lived there."
She's trumped me with that.
Let's move on and look at some of my . . . .
Almost forgot. Due to my incompetence on ebay, I sort of bought another 300 DDR labels. It really was an accident, I told her. Dolores just shrugged her shoulders. "Better than buying lots of smelly books" I saw her thinking.
Back to the pretty labels. Enjoy.
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