Wednesday, 23 September 2009
My favourite stories: Number one: Mr Ishigawa's Glasses
It was show and tell night at Tunbridge Wells Fortean Society.
Fossils, blurry photographs and things in jars lay on the table among the pint glasses. Articles from Bob's collection dominated: he was an engineer who had lived all round the world and had plenty of curiosities.
A battered pair of glasses caught my eye. They looked as if they'd spent some time buried. I put them on, and observed the members through the almost opaque lenses.
"What on earth are those?" asked someone.
Bob put down his pint, wiped his moustache and said: "They're Mr Ishigawa's spectacles. I found them while I was dredging a canal in the Solomon Islands."
He explained that the islands are still littered with wreckage from the war.
"But how do you know they belonged to Mr Ishigawa?" I squinted at Bob over the rusted frames.
"Well he might not have been called Mr Ishigawa, but they were still attached to his skull."
He smirked as I swiftly removed the glasses and put them at arm's length on the other side of the table.
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