Well, yeah. That's the tricky thing about it. I'm obviously not a Muslim, and I'm not a Christian either. But at least the New Testament makes sense. The Koran reads like it was written by James Joyce or something. I'm finding it really hard to get a grip on it.
It's an old glass oil lamp that is being waved. I think the kilt is actually an apron, but yes, they are goggles. And it looks like an actual fossil rather than an image, a slab of stone but yes an Ichthyosaur.
Nice one ... and I was pleased with myself for finding a 20p coin, a sea shell that had no business being on the pavement and being waved at twice by a pretty woman this morning. I'd love to own that fossil.
They were pulling down an old dog racing track near me when i was a kid and as the diggers were working we were on the mounds that they were creating and i found one of the old pop bottles that had a marble in so you only drank a certain amount at a time and an old white pipe with what i think is a kings head as the big bit where you stuffed the tabacco. I saw some of the old pop bottles in a window in Matlock i think they were being sold for about £2.50
Back when I was cycling around doing community care work, I found an old bottle poking out of an old embankment .. I took it home, cleaned it up and it had 'Cromer Dairy' written on it. Cromer hasn't had a dairy for perhaps 50 years so, maybe longer. I reckoned I could probably sell it for at least a fiver. Then I dropped it like a twat.
On the subject of found bottles. I found this first one when I was a teenager in some local woods. I was walking along a well-trodden path when my foot struck something sticking out of the dry clay. I dug it up, cleaned it and still have it for some reason. That’s genuine lucky white heather inside it, picked in the Highlands by my own hand and not bought from a Gypsy.
The second bottle I found under quite sad circumstances as I was digging a grave for a cat in the back garden. It looks quite modern compared to the first one and is about three inches tall. It’s also not as blurry as that in real life, that’s my camera skills.
I found one once at my parents old house. They were fortunate to have a few acres of land then and it was also sticking out of clay ... it was green, fully intact with a rotting cork still in place and the word "POISON" embossed onto the glass. I showed it to my Dad and he threw it away. The contents looked exactly like someone had puked into it. I still wish we could have bashed the cork out and just swilled it out instead but maybe he knew best.
I’ve mentioned before some of the items I’ve found while renovating my flat. I’ve been thinking about this again recently, while replacing floorboards prior to sanding and varnishing the floor of the back room that I’ve been using as a storeroom/workshop for the last several years.
I found a quite large pickle jar with an unusually (more or less) intact label:
Also, an odd arrangement - which consisted of a partly singed couple of pages from a newspaper (dated 1917), some beheaded lead soldiers, a single wooden cube with pictures on the faces, and a pasteboard fish! The newspaper was so desiccated that it fell apart in my fingers – but before it did I noticed that the most prominent article on the sheet was in regard to the loss of a British ship. As I said, this seemed like some sort of conscious arrangement, but that was probably my own desire to find a pattern (I’m sure if I was an archaeologist I’d use the phrase ‘ritual purposes’). At the time the fish, certainly, seemed somehow macabre – although in the pictures it looks more forlorn than sinister.
No, not part of the find. There's a pry-bar and a nail puller in that photo - used for lifting the boards. Also, a small torch; when I lift a board I always check any cable runs and pipes while I have the opportunity, and clean out the shite while I'm there.
That was my first instinct, but I'm not sure - it didn't seem quite well enough rendered for display (although, to be fair, it was quite a way past its sell-by). What was left of it was around 40cm long.