A story of a long lost watch or Old is always better.

A couple of years ago, my brother found a wrist watch in our family's long forgotten pile of discarded, old or broken wrist watches.

The wrist watch did not have a strap, the watch itself a disembodied head floating without a body. It was a plain watch, white numbers on a black clock face, I would not have given it a second look. But my brother picked it out of the pile, it is, after all, an Omega.

Last year, he sent the watch to Omega, Switzerland for repairs and restoration. It would be expensive, he knew that, and it would take months. But its an Omega!

Within weeks, an excited email from Omega returned. The watch, it breathlessly said, was a rare edition. Less than twenty thousand were made. These were issued only to British Army personnel stationed in Malaya in 1944.

And, if it would please, would my brother like a Certificate of Authentication from Omega?

Would it? Would it?!

While looking for more information about the watch, my brother was mocked by so called watch experts in forums. No such watch exists, they insisted.

But Omega themselves, have authenticated this watch.

I held the watch in my hands a couple of months ago. Beautiful and elegant, the watch glowed with pride. As I held it, I can only imagine the history and adventure this wrist watch has gone through.

Turning the watch to the back panel, I reverently read out the inscription etched on the lovingly restored metal.

Apologies to Barney. This is why, dear friends, old is always better.

(@BlackBerry)