October 30, 2008
It’s Halloween, and it isn’t just the ghouls and beasties knocking at your door for sweeties you should be worried about. What’s under your bed? What’s that scraping sound? Are you sure you locked the cat-flap? Beware, beware, for tonight the ZOMBIE SOCKS come out to play! Keep your toes under the covers everyone…
Braaaaains, BRAAAAAINS!
October 28, 2008
Lola and her friends had been partying all night. The last she could remember was a suggestion involving meeting a pair of tights in some tequila bar… she had no idea where the other monsters had got to.
Lola has now been rehomed for her own good.
October 25, 2008
Be careful in the Sheffield Winter Gardens, you never know what may be lurking in the Passiflora…
If I keep very still,they won't see me...
October 19, 2008
As you are no doubt aware, now begins the time of year when lost and abandoned gloves are to be seen in gutters everywhere. Poor things.
It has long been believed that gloves, like socks, mate for life. New evidence, however, suggests that whilst monogamy is widespread, so too is the desire to strike out alone. Gloves as a species appear to be at a transitional point in their evolution. Whilst we have witnessed an increase in independent gloves, the desire for freedom and new horizons still exceeds the practical capabilities of the individual to achieve these aims safely.
I have rescued a few of these hapless creatures, and given them new lives, as can be seen below. I hope soon to have a new site dedicated to glove rescue, but until then they can stay here, with my socks.
Deep sea lurker. Found in London, somewhere on the Northern Line.
Sea-creaturey-thing. Found on Overton Road, Sheffield.
Cheery street musician. Found in Victoria Station, London.
Happy chappy. Found on Walkley Lane, Sheffield.
