There are now 2,000 mint condition tea towels with the wrong Royal Wedding date on in circulation. Might these be worth even more money in years to come as some famous flawed stamps are? I don’t do a lot of washing up but I am sorely tempted to buy half a dozen. It gives me a good excuse when the doorbell next goes and it’s someone from North West Bessarabia holding up a postcard inviting me to procure six dishcloths for only a fiver. I can, with honesty say, “I am terribly sorry, but you catch me with my mint condition tea towel – proudly and patriotically emblazoned by our next Princess of Wales - in the midst of drying up the remains of the last Sunday’s curry.”
I collected stamps once – proper ones, not ones with flaws in (stupidly) – for about a year. It’s a phase you through when you’re not quite ready for girlfriends. I was about 27. I liked the taste of the hinges one used to stick the stamps in the album with. No bad thing I only did it for a year because licking stamp hinges is one step removed from solvent abuse, which would have, in turn, degenerated into a two-pack-a-day Skittles habit.
So, the next time someone comes knocking at your door and has a 1889 Mauritius Orange with some of the perforation cut and the picture of the swan attacking a monkey with a croquet mallet for only ten shillings – don’t buy it – brush the people away with your inaccurate dish cloth.