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Chris, whilst cycling in the New Forest discovered Muddy. Muddy's story, as recounted by Chris, was brief and to the point. A failed share trader from the square mile he'd trekked to the New Forest in the early 80s and has remained here since, living off the land and infrequent donations from visitors who appreciated his tall tales and wood whittling skills.

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Dan, casing London's Square Mile aka The City of London, found this poor chap on Artillery Lane.

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It's cold out. Kent Avenue, Ealing

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Looks like Simo has been busy. Here's another of his US submissions. This glove was found in Schiller Park German Village, Columbus, Ohio.

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Another submission from Americaland by Simo. Location unknown.

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Something special for the milestone 60th glove. Simo, another roving member of our crew found this charming specimen outside the Capitol Building in Washington DC, USA. Nice work Simo.

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"Jordan" was found on a Hanger Lane bike path in a dazed state. When questioned about what he had been doing the garbled reply seemed to indicate a brakeless hipster had run him down.

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New Years Eve 2006, London. One too many?

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A submission from long-time contributor Malcia, she writes

"I was walking down Pitshanger lane to get some nice food and I spotted this little one.
Don't know if you are going to continue your collection but i thought i send it to you anyway."

To answer your question Malcia, we are continuing our work with lost gloves even if there are long gaps between blogging new finds. Over summer is obviously a quieter time for us and we also have to seek legal clearances for some of the gloves.
We thank you for your contribution and request others with similar finds please, please send them in to us. Every little glove helps.

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Apologies for the quality of the photograph. Our limited budget negates the availability of any high quality night-use equipment. "Evan" above was doing a fine job of clutching cold beverages all afternoon for his owner until being left alone outside this pub on a cold, wet March Sunday.

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Rubber gloves may be disposable in the eyes of many but have they thought about the glove's lives after they are discarded?
It is a shame to be reporting on the careless discarding of these gloves but it is this reporting we believe will secure a safer future for all lost gloves.
The glove above, who wishes to remain unnamed, was relocated on request and is living out his days in much friendlier conditions.

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The risks some gloves will take is outlined clearly here in this photo. Low to the ground and with a low top speed, they are at much greater risk from vehicles than ourselves. The potential for death in these situations is so high I urge you to help any gloves you see cross streets safely.

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Simon and Katie have now left the fine shores of Ye Olde England for the US of A, but not without contributing to the andtheglovesareoff project. With the help of their 'spotters' Matt and Zaneta, this window-sitter was revealed during an extended Sunday drinking session in the Black Lion, Bayswater.
The only words uttered by the obviously intoxicated glove were believed to be "da" and "comrade?". This glove is believed to be the cousin of a Russian diplomat staying in a nearby hotel for the duration of the Kreskova-sponsored vodka conference.

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Summer Solstice 2007 at Stonehenge, England. The druids were scantily clad so I doubt our subject was left by a druid. The drummers must connect with their instruments so I doubt it was one of them who discarded our glove. Those dancing around the Stones would be too warm to require gloves. I can only assume it was one of the other sunrise spectators who left behind this glove. Drugs, sleep deprivation and pagan fervour could all be contributing factors. Any number of the stoned, nitrous inhaling trippers, hippies, drunks or crazies could have left it behind and yet it appears too 'normal' to belong to any of the above. I believe this glove was, in fact left behind by one of the 'normals'. Yes, one of the average joes who thinks spectating such an event is a worthwhile way to spend a mid-week evening. No work the next day so they are either local or unemployed - a student perhaps, on their way to Glastonbury and yet searching for even more festival atmosphere to inhale..
All speculation of course. Perhaps you know the truth?

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Anthony sends this report from the distant shores of Australia:

8am. Tuesday after a long weekend. Ice on the road and misty breath in the air. Cars rolled in to the carpark as the workday started. Their occupants either stood around and chatted, hands in jackets, or scurried inside to the air conditioned haven. But did anyone look down? Did anyone see beyond what they were doing?

Roger is a straight shooting tradie. A near-new insulated riggers glove, he was looking forward to the wet ropes of a winters morning. Like any apprentice, he was just a little too excited on his first day. Unfamiliar with the morning procedures of his owner, Roger was awestruck – he’d never been on the roof of a car before! This wouldn’t last long. Sharp realization preceding a short burst of panic - he realized that while he looked like a hand, he never did nor ever would have the strength of a hand – before the car accelerated away and Roger blew off the roof. He tumbled desperately over the back of the track, only wishing he could grasp at the tools, handles and toolboxes that could have prevented his demise. Then thump –he hit the ground as his heart hit the floor. His dreams of being a trademans best winter running away like melted ice off a road as he watched the ute and it’s driver roar off to another day of work.

With not even the marks of one days work on his palms, Roger lay frozen. Lifeless. Cold. His dreams shattered. A single glove is useless to a tradie. Roger will never work again. The mental scars of a moment will last for a lifetime.

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Dan, one of our core gauntlet gatherers, spotted this on a Tesco run. This 'bad ass' glove was a little worse for wear after a heavy night and had somehow managed to find himself on one of London's hop-on hop-off bus tours.
Finally sober enough to realise he didn't understand a word of the Spanish commentary and had seen Buckingham Palace 18 times, he was able to stagger off at the Marylebone Road stop. We're told he has since been employed by Madame Tussauds as a glove for their wax Marlon Brandow playing Johnny Strabler from the movie The Wild One.

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Pitshanger Lane.
"Where's my bike?! MY BIKE?!"
"Where's my bike?! MY BIKE?!"
"Where's my bike?! MY BIKE?!" were the only words we could get from this specimen.