If you ever needed any convincing of one of my key life rules – never trust a man in leather gloves – I give you this:
It's as though this glove is attached to the arm of someone crouching behind the bench, and it's all ready to wrap itself around the neck of the first person who really needs a sit-down.
Anyone want to play a lyrics quiz with the title of this post? No, because no one's actually reading this blog yet.
Found at: London Bridge station, on the way to platforms 14-16.
If you choose to pick up all the lost gloves you see, you could spritz them with a little artificial snow and use them as Christmas tree decorations. Festive, ecologically sound and a conversation point for visitors. Don't say I never give you anything.
Found: Outside Tate Modern