Jubilation

It was when I saw this blip that I remembered this mug. It had been in my dad's house since I was given it at school, but a couple of years ago he was having a clear-out and thoughtfully returned it to me.

"Er, thanks," I said, wondering what I'd do with it. Why didn't I throw it out? Probably the same reason that (although I was a punk at the time) I didn't simply smash it in 1977. I hoard pointless stuff.

This got me wondering whether other people had commemorative mugs like this stashed away. And then I got to thinking that if we blip this tat, and tag the blip, we could build a wondrous archive of pointlessness.

I've tagged this tackymug - though whether "mug" refers to the object or to me is for you to decide.