Neck cushions on a one hour and twenty minutes flight from London to Edinburgh.
Strange, plastic banana shaped cases to transport bananas from a home kitchen to the office desk with.
Plastic bin bag ties as opposed to the superior, classic knot.
Squares of cloth and expensive little jars of premium washing up liquid bought on the internet to keep limited edition trainers sparkling white.
The faded, fraying festival wristband of anyone over the age of 18, particularly if they are 30 and in a professional business environment.
Headphone cases and contraptions that wrap up headphone wires so they don’t get a little tangled, steal five seconds of a day and trigger cardiac arrest.
Cupboards and shelves worth of obsolete DVDs and CDs, kept sentimentally despite most of the cover art and movies being absolutely shit.
Little metal pound shaped coins on a keyring for trolleys which says you visit Tesco way too often and take it a lot more seriously than you should.
The umbrella that you’ll forget, that you’ll break and that you’ll ruin multiple people’s day with because you don’t know how to use.
Sock draws and the mysterious, unexplained worm holes of sock draws through which sock monsters prevent even numbers of socks ever remaining.
Madonna and the forehead of Rupert Everett.
The dehydrated white bap that comes with all aeroplane meals and the blunt knife you can’t cut into it with to spread non-spreadable butter throughout it.