When Will I Sea You Again?

Today, a beautiful sunset-graced submission from the enormo-talented Mr J Finnemore.

Someone, somewhere is not getting their deposit back when they take the pink Monster Munch monster costume back to the hire shop.

Found: Sandgate, Kent

(Tower of) London calling

A contribution from my friend, Miss L, taken against the backdrop of London's Tower Of London.
I like to imagine that this mitten has a severed human hand inside it – THE HAND OF A TRAITOR.

Blackpool rocks

This is a very exciting day for Glove On The Rocks Inc. For today we publish our FIRST EVER reader-generated post. It has come all the way from Blackpool, Lancashire, and the lonely accessory we salute today was found by the lovely Julia in Stanley Park, specifically – and, as Julia notes, ironically – in the Remembrance Garden.

NOBODY REMEMBERED THIS GLOVE, DID THEY? No. And now somebody will have one cold hand, and they deserve it.

Anyway. I am going to let Julia describe it, as she does it so beautifully:

"I like the dainty positioning of thumb and forefinger, which looks as though it ought to have the handle of a delicate china teacup in it."

Cruelly interrupted in the act of taking tea. A fate none of us would welcome.

Send me some gloves. Email your sightings here.

40 ways to leave your glove. Er...

I feel I need to apologise for the title of this post. If only I could have found these gloves on the number 50 bus instead. We would still have an appalling pun on our hands, but at least I could claim some degree of purity about it.

Found: on the no 40 bus

Please Mr Postman

Found: Red Post Hill, London

A rainy night in Soho...

...My birthday, actually. That has no relation to this white rubber glove.

Found: on Frith Street, London, W1.

It's not easy being green

I'm sorry, but this is an ugly glove. If it was mine, I would probably have dropped it on purpose.

Psycho killer

This glove is having its own Indiana Jones moment, trapped in a closing gate, looking for all the world like it's still attached to a human arm on the other side of the divide.


You can tell that the owner of this glove was up to no good because black leather gloves like these clearly mark their owner out as a psychopath.


Maybe he rolled through the gate in the nick of time, leaving this behind him, like some kind of Cinderella hell-bent on acts of cruelty and perversion.

Found: on East Dulwich Road, London

Left on the shelf

This is the barren plain of the wine shelves at Sainsbury's after New Year.

Found: In Sainsbury's, Lordship Lane, London.

Tiny stripes

I love this mitten. I reckon I could fit into it too. I've got pretty small hands.