For most people this eccentricity would not be significant as the number of collectibles would be limited by the amount of space available and the size of the individual collectible would be limited by the capacity of the transport available to the collector.

My father however, used to run a logistics company. That meant near unlimited transport capacity. Once he scaled down operations to only one lorry he also freed up an abundance of space for storage, previously occupied by his vehicle fleet.

Please join me on a safari of my fathers garage:

We start off with a look at the high security door that keeps unwanted visitors out of the garage. The door is secured with a rusty padlock for which my father has never had a key. In fact, the bolt to which the padlock is attached is screwed through the hole in the hinge and into the wooden beam with the lock already attached to it. In order to open the door, remove the wing-nut that secures the hinge to the door.

My father tends to get mad whenever someone visits the garage without putting back the wing-nut, claiming that someone might steal something. Yeah, right!

Well inside we start to get an overview and immediately see such diverse items as broken ladders (on the left), stolen road-signs (top, center), house-insulation (bottom, center). Other indistinguishable material also abounds. Please notice a nice detail: the coat-hanger with a jacket on it, hanging from the ladder, giving the impression of a well-organised garage-owner.

Though the garage overall is nothing but a mess, a lot of tiny, tiny sub-systems exist to organise screws (like the bucket in the box near the centre of the photo) or the bolts that are stored in a container, custom-made from a plastic bottle that has been cut open. I call it micro order.

Though all things aren’t organised into containers, areas or regions of the garage are reserved for clusters of specific types of objects; here from the area where arbitrary cables and wires can be found in the unlikely event that they shall ever again be needed.

All space is potentially useful. Therefore my father has exploited the storage potential to the full, stuffing old drain-pipes and plastic plumbing pipes with scrap-metal and lead-pipes.

Old, worn-out tyres make out part of the foundation of complex shelve-constructions such as is shown in this photo where pallets (designated to store something else) are laid out on top of the tyres which in turn are standing in a semi-upright position on top of some grid iron.

On a set of discarded store shelves that are mounted four meters up on the wall of the garage is the department for old sinks and wooden lists. A collection of old skis, where only one remain, the other one being broken or having vanished, can be spotted below the shelves.

Although it may seem like a minor detail to externals, I personally find the set of car-keys for our old Volvo 240 from the early ’80s to be one of the novelties. The car passed into oblivion more than 20 years ago.

The character Doc Wilson in the film State and Maine introduced the world to the ill-forged statement: “never trust a man in a bow tie”. This entirely baseless statement has since been embraced by all those who due to lack of ability are forced to wear regular neck ties or, worse still, cannot even manage that knot and avoid neck ties altogether.

The bow tie is a garment suitable for gentlemen only. Not only does it look dashingly good, it also demonstrates to the world that the wearer is in fact capable of tying a knot with a personal touch. The bow tie lends eccentricity to its wearer and earns lots of justified attention from women while at the same time it stimulates hatred and envy in the wearers male peers.

I buy most of my bow ties while traveling but have recently become aware of the Bow Tie Club, an e-commerce web-site with an excellent selection of bow ties and matching pocket squares for that final touch.

Go ahead and become a bow tie wearer!!!

Please read this article for instructions on how to tie a bow tie…

I spotted the largest plane I ever saw when flying into Ljubljana Airport. Please notice the fuel van parked under the wings on the far side of the monstrous machine.

This is the household item you’ve all been waiting for!

• Is it a closet? No.
• Is it a public toilet with ill-placed windows? No.
• Is it the 2 person infra-red sauna? YES!!!

And it comes at a favorable price of only € 2 699.00 – a real bargain if you ask me!

And you won’t be short of music while you’re being cooked either – the system comes complete with a car-stereo. Please note that you have to get out of the sauna to operate it though.

This box contained a cup with an attitude. It was purchased at a gadget shop in Copenhagen in 2005.

During a recent trip to India, my friend Håvard purchased an innocent looking doll for his daughter Rebekka, however, the doll was equipped with an obscene object that apparently was meant to look like a drum stick. The resemblance of something quite different is striking. The photo shows Beate, Håvard and a weird object!

The photo below shows a wall exhibition of fishing gear removed from various body parts of fishermen so far in 2007 at a local medical facility near the Gaula river. Though traditionally thought of as a peaceful and tranquil activity, fishing does hold it’s dangers for those involved!

Stuck on the board are the various types of hooks used with a small hand written note saying things like “Man 33, right index finger”, “Man 26, left ear”, “Man 52, unmentionable” etc.

The Clothes Drier consists of a vertical cylinder mounted on a tripod with an electrical oven about fifty centimeters above the floor. On top of the cylinder there are several horizontal arms for clothes hangers extending from the cylinder. The cylinder above the oven rotates.

The air stream caused by the rotation combined with the heat from the oven below speeds up the drying process.

While this may well work, I am considerably more worried by the label on the package saying ‘powerful 8 000 rpm motor’.

Sounds like lift-off, a fire accident and a severe test of your insurance company’s waiver policy all in one. Almost like a Kinder surprise.

Vacuum cleaning might have been fun had I been in possession of one of these when I was little. Nowadays I am more uncertain as to whether this is the ultimate solution to vacuuming!