Yeah, if they can’t get out by themselves then they’re clearly genetically inferior & incapable of surviving in the modern world

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numbered/signed print or original painting?

I don’t let myself get attached to anything I’m not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if I feel the heat around the corner. Except for my wife obvs; would be completely fucked without her. Possessions-wise though, I’ve got bugger all worth worrying about. Maybe various forms of ID?

Original vinyl screenprint

If it’s a life-size “vinyl on wooden stretcher” work by Julian Opie you are very lucky, as they are worth serious money.

Can’t imagine I would be running into a burning building to save anything tbh

But most valuable and precious is

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probably my silly gaming PC

but really it’s this:

It’s a small (20cm x12cm) black vinyl screenprint on white plexiglass so not in the serious money category but still fairly businesslike

easily portable should I need to evacuate the building too I guess

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I don’t currently have anything that would fetch more than say £500 if that. My early 90s Fender Strat is probably the most valuable thing but it’s not particularly precious to me.

Right now I feel like I could lose everything and it would have little effect on me but then again I also think I’m mildly depressed so that could be bullshit. I do however feel like as I get older physical things mean less and less.

Most valuable: decks, probably

Precious: not sure. I’ve got photos, but I’ve never really been one for looking back at old photos. They don’t make ipod classics any more, so I’d probably grab that on the way out.

Valuable: Hi-Fi speakers, worth around £1500 (they were acquired for free however)

Precious: Probably the speakers again. Some sentimental attachment and the fact my dad would murder me if they came to any harm

this is probably the coolest/most impressive thing I’ve ever read on DiS

Valuable: dunno, macbook/iPhone probably, maybe my skis? they’re probably worth fuck all these days though

Precious: record collection I guess, all my music on hard drives is basically readily available anywhere on the web these days but records just feel more special.

Agreed. It’s difficult to feel nostalgic about an mp3 file
But my vinyl copy of Parallel Lines by Blondie on the other hand…

my most ‘precious’ records aren’t even particularly rare or even that great necessarily, they just remind me of when i bought them and stuff like that - although i could say the same about the CDs I bought over the years that I wouldn’t think of as valuable as I know I’ll probably never use them again ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Valuable: If you don’t count a music collection as a single object, then it’s probably our boiler, maybe? Outside of that and our kitchen appliances, some of our furniture is worth a fair bit now (we picked it up in sales or have got it on ebay and restored it).

Precious: probably my external hard drive, as I’ve not completed the process of uploading everything to the cloud yet, but even then, I don’t know that I’d run into a burning building to get it.

There was something special about waiting for a record to be released then being at HMV on the morning to buy it before rushing home with your new-found treasure.

Even more so, the feeling of finding a record you have coveted after having leafed through hundreds of covers at numerous record shops. Unbridled joy.

Having access to pretty much any track at the click of a mouse is obviously progress… but the romance has gone somewhat.

Exactly. I remember clearly packing 20 Marlborough lights, some flapjack into my record carrying bag and heading into London for a full day of crate digging. My routine on the train home would be to then look through the finds, I usually came back with 10-20. As it was a Saturday, my GF would be watching X factor or whatever as I would spin them upstairs.

I completely forgot that my most valuable item is probably my record collection taken as a whole.

Valuable: Probably the mattress.
Precious: Roland Space Echo. Cold, dead hands.