My iMac G5 and its paraphenalia.
Two hole punchers.
Box of used mini-discs from past interviews.
A stapler with a sticker of the Tellytubbie Po on it [a leftover from my days as an office drone, when all useful gear had a tendency to go walkabout - nobody ever dared steal Po].
Parcel tape and sellotape.
Business cards I've been given, in a handy plastic business card box.
Paying in card for council tax.
Old cheque book of stubs.
Local bus timetable.
Seven different notebooks.
Three 2000 AD Micro-Gudies from 1992.
Two old desk diaries.
A plastic ruler.
Two pen tidies full of pens, highlighter pens, nail clippers, scissors, box cutters and pencils.
A digital camera.
Two boxes of two-piece metal file clips.
A pile of blank index cards for plotting.
A boxed scale model of Inspector Morse's Jaguar car.
Two pads of square, yellow post-it notes.
Old receipts from cash machines.
My business cards.
My coffee mug.
Most interesting for me are the random notes or thoughts I've scribbled on to post-its and then stuck round the sides of my computer screen for later reference. Some are ideas for stories, some merely springboards, others defy easy description or explanation:-
quantum: an amount or quantity, esp. a specific amount
my American Express bill for this month, and when it's coming out of my bank account
the name of the new Doctor Who companion
alchemy: "the esoteric brotherhood"
fits and starts
"there are no little secrets"
psychopath who killed his twin in the womb
tatterdemalion - a person dressed in tattered clothes
Good plays: Laughing Stock; Women of Lockerbie