You know it was just one of those day’s, a lazy Sunday afternoon, the sun was shining bright, all was right with the world and I was catching up with my friend Dave from Melbourne who I hadn’t seen in over twelve months, as we window shopped our way up and down King St Newtown we turned into an antique store

.. Like a beacon on an ink black night something caught our eyes high up on a shelf, a glowing pink box, a sight so rare, so majestic, it drew us to it as if moving in slow motion, just before we reached it I caught Dave faltering out of the corner of my eyes, I read his face as it creased and spelt out ‘No, this can’t be real .. I’m not seeing this wondrous item before me’ I gathered my composure and continued forward until my hand clasped around this most precious prize, I knew at that moment that we would not be separated ..

Dave’s eyes were misty as he continued forward in slow motion towards me, a guttural ‘Nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!’ could be heard escaping from his lips.

I held my purchase aloft, I clasped it to my chest .. I wanted for a moment to be at one with it, to connect .. after all, it’s not every day a boy finds an original Eva Gabor wig in it’s original packaging, in mint condition for only $15.00 is it?