Sherlock Holmes had his pipe. Dorothy had her red shoes. Batman had his Batmobile. If we asked your friends what object they most immediately associate with you, what would they answer?
I don’t smoke, so it’s never going to be a pipe, or a fat cigar, or a cigarette in the world’s longest cigarette holder. I do wear hats, though, so if it had said “Sherlock Holmes had his deerstalker”, I could do a comparison.
I don’t own red shoes and certainly nothing like the sort Dorothy wore. I’m not into the sparkly slipper thing. I do have pink ones and green ones and chequered ones and striped ones. Chuck Taylors – I could be known for those.
I’d love a Batmobile. Well, you know, without the bats. I have had a succession of notable-coloured cars in recent years, though, so maybe people go “There she is in her bright blue / apple green / purple / orange car”.
What object would friends immediately associate with me?
A glass of wine?
No, wait, a cup of coffee.
Oh, a geeky t-shirt! Or a social justice one?
Jeans. I do wear a lot of jeans. But then, given my latest proclivities, maybe it’s now inexplicable dresses?
I’m never far away from a smartphone or computer but then who is these days? It’s hardly distinctive.
Maybe music. But in what way? Piano? Guitar? Banjo? Nah, I don’t even know how to play them properly. I doubt that’s it.
Boys. I do have a lot of those. My life is dominated by them.
Nope. I give up. What object would friends immediately associate with me? I’ve no idea.
I’m a Jack of All Objects.