once, for a while, one of the most / least interesting regular things to feature on this blog was or were tales of discarded shoes. it was, more often than not, a single solitary shoe that had been left behind, presumably by a well refreshed patron of some form of evening entertainment establishment.
i have, in truth, not seen much of anything in the way of such for a while now. fear not, though, enthusiasts of the abandoned. this post seeks to make some form of amends, if required, for the lack of singular abandoned shoes with adventures relating to other things what i have seen on my travels that are of a similar nature. well, similar in terms of being discarded.
much of my time these days is spent in concerns related to travel. whilst i cannot disclose the specifics of what or why, naturally, i can assure you that i get to see many interesting things. as and when the opportunity presents itself to take images of such, and then add them here, so it shall be.
yes, sadly. that is indeed a record, or if you will a vinyl record, broken, snapped and damaged beyond all forms of being a playable concern.
it saddens me to see any physical form of music destroyed, it does. well, in this instance yes, as this was not a recording by Sammy Hagar or Mr Kim Kardassian, or whatever he calls himself. pressing recordings by them is a waste of resources, so smashing them is fair enough for the damage has been done. not so with this record, though. who it is we shall get to later, if i remember, or perhaps you can see.
no, alas i have no idea of the provenance of this particular 7" single. further, i have no idea at all how it came to be smashed into such a sorry state, or why it was left discarded on that special edge where the pavement meets the road. my best guess is that it was a most peculiar, and indeed perhaps specific, accident, or otherwise someone got quite cross and angry with it.
this is perhaps the saddest, or most poignant, of discarded items i have seen. yes, indeed, it is a fairy, or angel, or other such winged princess, slain and drowned in one of the many puddles we now have in this country due to a complete lack of road maintenance. i should point out that this was within the confines of a quasi private land car parking facility, so for a rare change it was not the fault of the relevant council or other such municipal authorities that the road (parking) surface was so knacked.
it may be entirely possible that you saw the above and shed a tear with immediate effect, fearing that a child had come to lose a precious toy. fear not, for i suspect this is not what happened. the above was taken within alarmingly close proximity to a number of entertainment establishments which thrive on pre-nuptial celebration events; "hen nights" and "stag do's", if you will.
a suspicion i have is that the above was worn or carried by a bride or groom to be as they participated in such a celebratory event. indeed, they, and it, are likely to have been the focal point of it all. once the party was over, so to speak, that was that for the angel or fairy. perhaps the party of hens, or stags, ceremoniously "drowned" the angel in this puddle so as to bless the forthcoming wedding with good luck, fortune, etc.
now then, this one above is a little bit more tricky to explain. if it to you seems to be a partially opened and then entirely discarded tampon, that would be most likely as a result of it being such. at least, so far as i could work out. there was substantial traffic and a number of people quite interested in what i was doing, so alas i had, to be sure, a lack of confidence in looking closer.
i don't really do all this "i identify as such and such gender, race, sexuality" and what have you business. perhaps i am simple, or an overweight, out of date relic in this regard. my view would be that if i wanted to go into, for example, a bathroom facility reserved for the ladies, i would think it best to simply state such and get on with it, rather than come up with an elaborate reason as to why.
with the above in mind, then, let me be clear that i have a basic, rudimentary understanding of the female body that is not based on me identifying or similar. my basic understanding, then, is that a tampon is decidedly not something a lady would be walking down the street with, only to say "you know what, i will use one now", partially open it, change their mind and just toss it on the ground.
a close up of the fallen angel, then. and no, that cigarette butt is nothing to do with me, thanks, i do my very best to always find of a correct way of disposing of such. as there were several brickies, plumbers and other such tradesmen around i did not dare and linger too long on taking a picture, lest they verbally abuse me and question my sexuality. one that i am comfortable with, but it's not nice to encourage or give grounds for others to explore their prejudices by giving reason for such vulgarity.
my stag night? a fairly formal, civil, peaceful and quiet affair, really. that is my story and i am sticking to it, as will the handful who survived it if they know what is good for them. my (considerably) better half, alas, can make no such similar claim. from what i gather she made quite a spectacle of herself on her hen night, with her and her collection of familiars, friends and associates disgracing themselves in several bars and clubs.
do i think that the ceremonial de-winging and drowning of an effigy of a fairy or angel or similar would somehow bestow good luck and fortune on a forthcoming wedding or similar such arrangement? not really, but then again this is not a matter which i have wrestled with much. if for some reason you are considering doing this and further for some reason are consulting me for advice, then i would say go for it, for no harm can come of it except to the angel or fairy what is sacrificed.
yes, to finish up or off with, as close as i could get of that 7" single. i am not sure the details of the recording are clear, if not then i promise and assure you that this is in fact a Stevie Wonder recording. which makes it all the more of a shame, as Stevie Wonder is most smart.
for some reason i tend to keep all sorts of nuggets of snippets in my mind. every now and then i spew them out here, so that they may be recorded for those interested, or floating around for as and when i am no more. anyway, one of them is the theory, myth, urban legend and matter some vouch as fact about Stevie Wonder possibly not being "as blind as thought". several people have provided compelling tales which suggest that, maybe, he can indeed see things as and when it suits him. but, i have no evidence of such, for i move in slightly different social circles to the man.
the last time i can recall seeing smashed records on the road was the late 80s, maybe early 90s. it was memorable as it was always copies of Haven't Stopped Dancing Yet by Pat & Mick you saw. why? probably because it was not the Gonzalez original.
well, there you have it. my apologies for the fact that, thus far, i have not seen any discarded shoes of late. should i do so, then yes, if possible i will take some pictures and add them here. for now, though, i hope these desperate, desolate and discarded items have, for reasons which escape me, been of interest.
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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