My Life As A Bag-Man

When I went to do the recycling yesterday I had a usual poke around the containers to see what junk other people had thrown away. I do this probably because of some hunter/gatherer instinct, but have nonetheless been rewarded before. Scavenging this time I came across an 85-year jubilee plate from one of Stockholm’s football teams, Djurgården.

Initially I took it to work, since I was on my way there anyway, to see if some Djurgården fan would like to take it off my hands. Then the hoarder in me took over, and, realising that this was a 1000-run limited edition, I stashed it back into my bag.

This piece of memorabilia was issued in 1978, a fact I’d overlooked due to the rather good quality of the plate. I reckon that in a couple of hundred years it may even be worth a few bob. Even if none of my relatives are the ones to cash in on it, I like the idea of saving it for some future generation Antique Roadshow asking some innocent bod the eternal question: “So, have you ever thought how much it might be worth?”