Never met anybody or seen anyone on our watch forum with a Resultco/swan & edgar/william hunt watch, think i've seen one Nubeo on the forum but that's it, watches seen on TJC/IW are more a laughing stock than something to buy let alone add to your collection.
I went to the pub the other night. It was a bit warm, but my colleague at work was predicting a heatwave for the last 3 weeks. Rolled my sleeves up (took my £70 Swan & Edgar cufflinks out). Figured it'd also give me a chance to show off the stunning, luxurious timepiece on my wrist.
Bar maid began walking over as soon as I sat down at a table. Knew this would happen.
"Excuse me", she said,
"I—"
I stopper here right there, scoffed loudly, rolled my eyes, laughed, and gave her a cheeky wink.
"You want to ask me about what's on my wrist?", I said —not giving her a chance to reply of course as I wanted to assure her it was a rare timepiece of exquisite value, one of only 250 produced in this colour way, water resistant to 100 metres, came in a dive box, hand assembled in Geneva (probably), and just one of the many heirloom watches I have in my collection (some of which have been to space, but I don't like to mention that).
"Hmm, sort of", she replied, once I let her get a word in.
"I wanted to ask if you could put your sleeves back down. Cover your watch up. It's just that, well, in here…"
I got her drift.
"Mugging hotspot. Gotcha. No worries, love. I've still got my cufflinks in my pocket. They're Swan & Edgar, heard of them? Given the state of this area probably not. Anyway, they're worth £70 on their own. And they sell at that all day long, and twice on Sundays."
Treated the lady to another cheeky wink.
But she looked blankly at me, sort of disgusted. Don't know why. I guess the fact I had a luxury timepiece on my wrist and £70 cufflinks on hand rubbed her up the wrong way. I wasn't going to tell her I didn't pay the book price, but happy to let her think I had…
"No, I came over to ask you to cover your 'watch' up as it lets people know you're a gullible moron easily parted with his cash on the basis of inferred heritage. I don't want the lads in here to…"
"Steal it?", I asked.
She looked blank.
"Envy it? Ask me about it? What, love?! What's a matter with you, spit it out!"
"Take the Michael…", she replied.
I downed my glass of medicinal and decided to leave.
No idea how she knew my name, but as I left I hissed at her:
"That's Michael …of the Masons, to you, love".