Imagine owning a one million pound coin. Where would you put it? The pressure. I never even take my wedding rings off after the time I lost one for days, only to find it in a random trouser pocket.
I have a statue of Superman. It's actually a big one... It's a collectible statue of Superman, which the DC guys very kindly gave to me. So that's a little prized possession of mine.
There was just no way I could leave this little Martin guitar in my apartment overnight or even in the afternoon, and expect to find it there when I got back.
Everyone wants to know about the gold ring. Everyone knows already - it's ridiculous.
I thought I'd lost a pair of earrings once. They were, like, $50,000. I was terrified.
One day I was asked to pick up $50,000 worth of gold chains for Mr. T. For real!
My Emmy is in my china closet. People don't really look at it, though.
I had a guitar when I was 6 or 7, a plastic guitar with the Beatles' faces on it. It would be a collector's item now. It would fetch a hefty sum, I imagine.
An object imbued with intent - it has power, it's treasure, we're drawn to it. An object devoid of intent - it's random, it's imitative, it repels us. It's like a piece of junk mail to be thrown away.
It is done... the precious portrait placed in the hands of the gentlemen for safe keeping.
