Which is, don’t move house if you own lots of posters. The picture below is the corner of my study. There are some more Quad Royals behind the sofa too, and a ton of smaller ones scattered everywhere else.
Most of those aren’t going to make it onto the walls in the forseeable future either. This is a) because we’ve moved to a rented house for the moment in the hope of finding a lovely renovation project which doesn’t seem to exist at the moment and b) the walls of the aforementioned rented house are made up of equal combinations of old plaster and air, and so wouldn’t stand most of what we’d like to throw at them. Anyone got a hotel for sale? The corridors would be ideal for poster hanging.
Now that we’ve moved out, I was going to post some pictures of the old house so that you could see the posters in situ without too much of my life being out there on the internet. But when I came back to look at the photos, it seemed that the estate agent had prioritised the rooms rather than the posters. Can’t think why.
The one above is the only real exception, and it’s a bit out of character too, what with the poster being pre-war rather than post war. Never mind.
A normal service should be possible from here on, with some news of poster auctions ahoy either tomorrow or Tuesday, depending on how it all goes.