Damn, it's been awhile
I’ve been working on something for awhile now, actually I’ve been working on a lot of things for awhile - and none of them were this.
Between getting engaged, getting a couple of new jobs and maybe getting a house, I’ve been tinkering with an idea for a publication about watches. Not the nitty gritty lug-to-lug kind of stuff but the stories and accomplishments that surround watches and the madness of that world.
So I somewhat timidly present The Beater a newsletter and perhaps eventually a mucky zine on the subject of horology.
Below is a teaser of a free article you can read now.
Here you go!
We spent our hard earned and hard taxed disposable income on a random joblot of watches from Ebay and like a Palm Reader of watch hands we discerned their history and original owners from the smallest of clues and our natural born gifts.
At 5:10am on the 17th of April 1985, James Jr was born at 8lbs. To mark the occasion James Sr bought this Rotary at a charity shop on his way home for £25 - so he could always remember a time when Junior didn’t talk back to him.
She’s one of the Blackpool Blingbling Club, lost it on a hen do or a bottomless brunch or a day out at the races. Wedded to the idea of two-tone style and with the budget for a shop in Waitrose, it kept her on time for the next hangover. Did the job until her boyfriend bought her an apple watch and now she can close those rings too.
Dear old granny June loved her rolled gold ornate watch, a 20th anniversary present from Dave, her second husband (the first dying in a mysterious boating accident). Pawned to fund her high-stakes Bingo habit and sadly never to be seen again. Nor was Dave now that you mention it.