#27

"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.

#26

New Years Eve 2006, London. One too many?

#25

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.

#24

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.

#23

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.

#22

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.

#21

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.

#20

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?

#19

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.

#18

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.

#17

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.

#16

Carlton Road, Ealing.
Sandra regularly sunbathes topless outside the house of her ex-boyfriend. When asked if she was doing this out of spite she replied "No, we are still friends and we even enjoy the odd fling. This just happens to be the sunniest footpath in all Ealing."

#15

Pitshanger Lane, Ealing.
"Hey man, what's with the camera? I'm just kicking it here waiting for my crew. Is this for FHM?"

#14

Here the effects of untreated schizophrenia are plain to see. "Jessie" is the 42-year-old daughter of an accountant from Manchester and, although science still fails to tell us why, Jessie is also "Reginald Smith Wright" a retired battalion commander from the 3rd Light Armoured Division. "They" were spotted waiting for the E2 bus on Pitshanger Lane, or was it the E9?

#13

Jarek moved to London from Poland in 2004. With only a basic grasp of English and no formal qualifications he quickly found himself out of money and on the street. Here we found him doing some gardening on The Avenue, West Ealing for one of the many wealthy residents who don't have time to do it themselves. The wages are surprisingly high and his clientele now large enough to keep him under a roof, clothed and well fed.

#12

People pass by. Does anyone care?
We care and this is why we are bringing you these images of the lost, the disenchanted, the lonely, the missing, the scared. All of these gloves have a partner somewhere, a hand to cover and protect from the cold, yet here we see they are not always treated as they deserve.

Careless recipients might think it great to unwrap some gloves for Christmas, but soon after, the novelty has worn off and the poor gloves are discarded. This fella was a terrified mess when we dragged him, thankfully uninjured, out from under the pedestrian hordes of Paddington's infamous "Platform 13".

#11

Dan found this victim lying motionless on the pavement outside work, early on a cold Tuesday morning. In some cases we are too late and there's nothing to be done but observe and move on. God Bless.

#10

Dan risked impalment from flying ampersands to rescue this sorry excuse from certain death during a recent London storm. Photographed drying out in the high winds opposite the Tesco on Melcombe Street, NW1.

Double Figures. Not something we are pround to draw your attention to, especially since it's less than a month since the site was launched. Come on London.. care for your finger-warming friends!

#9

Baby white glove spotted blending in with the scenery on a Hanger Lane subway bike path. Wants to go back to Mother.

#8

When this project was started, the initial focus city was London. It seems, however, that the lost glove phenomenon is more wide-spread than the capital. This glove, who asked for their details to be witheld, was spotted by a member of our roving crew, Dan, whilst visiting Dover on a beanie-to-the-wild release mission. It just goes to show the problem is not limited to our bustling cities.

#7

Mal's third Greenford-based, lost glove (not all spotted in the one night, mind) is seen here curled up to maximise warmth during a 2-below London night. Most gloves prefer shelter in homes or failing that somewhere quiet and out of the way but others don't make it this far and bare the full brunt of the chilled winds whipping across their chosen footpath.

#6

Greenford, being a more industrial London borough certainly has its fair share of work gloves. "Gus" is oft spotted in The Red Lion on Greenford Road supping an ale. He told us he'd like to say "hello!" to Samantha in Glasgow.

#5

This 'glove of the night' was spotted street-walking in the Greenford area by Mal. When offered a hot drink and some biscuits Purple Princess declined saying "I don't want none o' your charity. I probably make more than you do! Just look at this ass?!" and "I'm a glove babe, I don't do milk and cookies!"

Correctional Note: "Object of investigation was found on 14th of December in very bad condition in Cleveley Crescent, Hanger Lane, at 3.30 PM."

#4

This is the result of a glove that had one too many Carlsberg Special Brews and wandered onto the road in NW1.

Tragically, this glove death could have been prevented if CSB and other "super strength" 9% beers were not cheap and readily available to down-and-out gloves.

We can only hope that stores learn from these examples and don't sell alcohol to those already intoxicated (unless it's me) and that everyone takes care crossing the road. Look both ways.

#3

"Froggy" as he likes to be known, has been on the streets of Ealing for almost three years now.

He is a good-humoured character, popular with the local shoppers, and can usually be found singing broadway musicals or dancing the night away near the West Ealing Waitrose.

Like the photographer, Froggy has a penchant for iced coffee and names this as the reason for his affinity to Waitrose supermarkets.

"Le icy cafe is vewy guude in e-ur! Zis is why a stay zo closs"

A bottle of their finest Columbian is always close to Froggy's hand.

#2

Just because you're a mitt doesn't mean you shouldn't be loved.

I don't know how people can worry about things like world peace and global warming when we have a rampant lost glove situation to deal with first! Come on London! Unite in the fight for glove love!

The records for this mitt seem to have been lost by one of the office staff. If you are friends with this mitt, or know of its current whereabouts, please don't hesitate to contact us with the relevant information.