The auction sale of Ghandi’s personal effects for $1.8m smacked of such fantastic irony that I simply had to say something on it.
If you could define that irony, I imagine it’d be something similar to a woman who secretly desired to be a glamour model, but her prize pair of knockers were on her back instead of her chest. Sexy hunchback?
I have a great admiration for some of Ghandi’s views and how he lived his life; and considering how he generally shunned materialism, I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of dozens of portly Indian businessmen fighting over a pair of fishbowl lens glasses and knackered old leather sandels?
Please don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the symbolism that the glasses carry, in that Ghandi suggested they gave him the inspiration to liberate India, but if by some freak of luck Alex and I became deified ‘Bill and Ted’ style, would the glasses we wore when writing “I don’t want no messy sex with you Momma’ become feverishly sought after relics?
Who can say?!? One thing is for sure, whoever spent a million quid buying a pair of knackered old glasses should have gone to Spaccasavers.