I found a whale vertebra on a beach in Devon when I was 14.
Umm - that's about it actually. I somehow managed to lose it in a house move a few years ago though.
(teasus likes tea, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 14:06, 1 reply)

bindun?
religion
God
Jesus
Jaffa Cakes
(zero.coke, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 14:06, 1 reply)

A blood stained knife
I've found loads of cash here and there and tonnes of dumped porno but the knife was the most odd.

When I was 15 I found a blood stained knife in a hedge near to a house where I used to babysit two kids. I left it there and checked the papers ect to see if there had been any crimes or stabbings reported. There hadn't. I went back and took the knife and cleaned it.

I still have it.
( Peej, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 14:05, 5 replies)

A skull and a Rolex
I found the fragment of a skull in the local woods - known affectionately as "Witches Wood". I posited that it was the remains of a human sacrifice in some horrendous satanic ritual.... until further inspection revealed it to be a piece of wood.

I also found a Rolex once. It was fake.

Me - I'm crap at finding stuff.
(Mean Mad Mutski, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 14:04, Reply)

Not a lot
Not quite a Curly-Wurly, but a pack of HubbaBubba gum on a bus.

A cookie. Might've been a digestive, but waste-not-want-not.

Many reels of cable.

And a fish... which we decided to carry on a stick for a few miles. It was already dead and half rotten, I think it was a 'just cos' moment.
(FunOnABun Smears lard on you!, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 14:03, 4 replies)

Whilst working as a housekeeper
I found a solid silver dildo under the bed.

Now, to those who use dildos - can you explain the point of it being silver? I mean, it's not designed to be looked at. Does silver aid the flolloping process?
(GONEism, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 14:00, 15 replies)

I Once Found
An air rifle propped up against a shed with 6 multi-coloured darts neatly lined up next to it whilst on my paper round when I was a lad.

The shed was behind an old folk's home that specialised with senile dementia.

I just kept on walking.
(Siege learned it from a book on, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 14:00, Reply)

A shiny watch
I found an Omega Seamaster (worth about £3k) on the beach in Southport. Handed it in to the local plod and claimed it as my own 3 months later.

I wear it every day though I do still worry someone might accuse me of stealing it.

It's 1:54pm
(penrose your dog's got tits, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:55, 4 replies)

THAT MISSING LEGO PIECE
YAY :D
(Lexachu A buh? no, not a buh, a bomb!, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:55, 3 replies)

This one disturbs me greatly.
One afternoon I was in the living room at home and let the Jack Russell terrorist in from the back yard. Something about the way she was holding her head caught my attention, and I realized she had something in her mouth. I managed to get it away from her.

It was a human molar with a filling in it.

I am NOT going to dig up the back yard to figure out where it came from.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:54, Reply)

Well....
Somebody must have been shopping for their Xmas supply of spirits (cheap label stuff from Aldi, but still booze, and lots of it), and had put the box on the car roof while getting their keys. They then drove off down the (very straight) A5 from Atherstone, and got a couple of miles before turning off, and dumping the whole box on the chevrons in the middle of the road by the junction.

It was foggy and late, but I have eyes like a shithouse rat's, and spotted this in the gloaming. I risked life and limb picking it off the road, and a couple of the bottles were smashed, but there was nevertheless enough for me & the then Mrs Blyerkit to get happily pissed for free, all xmas.

But the BEST thing I found, was an unexploded bomb, in Scarborough when I were but a lad.
( blyerkit e k trilby, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:53, 2 replies)

House Hunting
After my mothers divorce we were living in rented accomodation for a while during which house hunting was to take place. Due to obviously reduced circumstances the areas and properties we could view were not of the most salubrious sort.

Cue one saturday viewing a rather rundown 3 storey Victorian townhouse (vacant possession) in a rather rough area. It was in need of complete refurbishment but mother has never been one of the faint-hearted. This was put to the test however when we viewed the "kitchen". If you've seen any Dickens serialisations dealing with poverty you'll have some idea of the state of the place. The big surprise was that pinned to the rickety kitchen table by a bloodstained flick-knife was a rather fetching black satin basque. My mother would let me keep neither even though I was certain the basque was my size. Ah well.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:53, 1 reply)

I'm always finding odd things.
I may need to think about this one a while... but in the meantime I'll list a few.

-while surveying a lot on an island in New York I found a load of strange rubble in the water. It turns out that an old camp had burned and they just pushed it all into the river. One of the things I encountered was a rusty claw foot from a piano stool, with part of the ball still held in place. I still have that.

-a wedding band, never worn, in a small heart-shaped plastic box. I put up ads all over the area saying that I had found it, but never got an answer. I ultimately sold it for the gold.

-a $50 bill floating in a mud puddle. As it was around 1977, that was a fair bit of money. Woo!

-a handwritten note on a sheet of paper, written in pencil, by someone who was tripping their balls off and rambled on about Jimi Hendrix. What made it odd was that I found it tucked in a bench in the courtyard of a church downtown.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:51, Reply)

Right now
Something I wish I could find is the box of screws for the now discontinued IKEA shelf unit that I had to dismantle when building work was being carried out in our place. The ones that I put in 'a safe place' so that I wouldn't bloody lose them.

I swear that there's a mini Bermuda Triangle in our house that swallows screws, pens, socks and remote controls when your not looking and then spews them back out in the most unlikely place imaginable - like under the dog's bed.

Hmmph.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:50, 14 replies)

£10. On the floor of Sainsburys. On my birthday.
Fuckin' A!
( Haku Orange Whip? Orange Whip? Three Orange Whips., Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:48, Reply)

'Don't worry Madam, it'll be safe with us'
When I was about 10 (1971) my Sister and I found a £20 note in the street. We raced home and, beaming with pride, showed it to my mother. While she put on her hand cream and got her outdoor coat and gloves on we excitedly argued over how we were going to spend it. Wrong!

She marched us down to the Police Station and handed it over. The desk sergeant assured her that every effort would be made to find the owner and that if nobody came forward within 6 months it would be ours.

I still remember the feeling of rage that welled up in me when the greedy, fat bastard winked at me in anticipation of many, many pints and chasers.
(gobbo, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:47, 2 replies)

A tale for Antiques Roadshow
When a work colleague left without clearing his desk (long term sick upgraded to emigration), I joined the circling vultures of my cow-orkers and snagged his copy of ?Cards as Weapons? by Ricky Jay. It looked silly and I was bored. Fast forward six months and a post on Boingboing alerts me to the fact that it's extremely rare and probably worth at least $150. Result!
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:40, Reply)

I have lots for this week
But mainly from other people!

One of my friends works for the Forestry Commission and has on occasion found all kinds of interesting things where he works, from illegal raves, a spectrum of armed forces having mock wargames and heavily armed police cordening off and digging up areas of ground.

His crowning glory however came when walking the dogs one lunchtime, he usually jumps in a truck, drives around for a bit and then takes whichever staffs dogs have been bought to work, while wandering around in deepest ******** Forest he found a wee dirt track, following it took him to a small clearing, and in that clearing was an old, crumbling caravan.

Having a look in (its his* forest, and knew it shouldn't be there so why not) there was a tv on a couple of crates, a battered sofa chair and loads of boxes. inside these boxes? porn. porn, porn and more porn, hundreds of films and thousands of mags covering every fetish, deviency, age group, sexual orientation and suchforth!

Being a good manager as soon as he got back to the office he called the police to have it towed away.

Being a Very good manager he notified all of the foresters and machine operators exactly where the caravan was and when the police were due to collect it.

Damn thing was stripped within 6 hours.

I got given a box of porn on the sly, hurrah, and a few secret santas at work got some hardcore grot!
(Halfy By light alone, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:39, 2 replies)

I found a guy I happen to think is a keeper.
It's only taken me 27 years to find him.


I also found a dead cat once. I didn't keep that though.
( girlinthehole, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:37, 12 replies)

A broken petty cash box by the side of the road.
with loads of change. Took it and noticed most of it was Jamaican dollars. I walked home well excited, fantasising what I'd blow it on; beer, drugs or cake. I googled for the exchange rate and found that 10 dollars was equivalent to 7p. My 30 odd dollars suddenly looked shit.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:37, Reply)

On my walk to work when I was but a lad (18, then)
In almost exactly the same spot, on two seperate occasions, two £20 notes. Then on the same day as finding one of them, I found a tenner in Tesco. What did I buy? Sweets? A new computer game? No, two bottles of Tesco Value Scotch. Ah, good times.
(BobbleHat, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:34, Reply)

stuff I found...
...well not really.

What other ppl have found whatsup.foundmagazine.com/

it's a bit disturbing but cool at the same time.
(twiceydrinker hmmm is it pint time?, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:34, Reply)

Swords in Lake Windermere
I absolutely swear that this is true.
On a holiday in The Lake District when I was about 8, my family all went out in a rowing boat on Lake Windermere.
Looking down into the water, I clearly saw some swords on the bottom.
Nobody believed me.
My dad, prone to bad moods, rowed on and got more annoyed with me as I insisted that we go back.
Years and years later, on the Antiques Road Show, I saw that several swords had been found in the lake.
My dad can't remember the incident.
BUT IT's FUCCCCKIIIIINGGGGG TRUUUUUEEEEE!!!!!!!!
(Rumpig, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:32, 1 reply)

I found a key
left in the cash box of a video machine in a hotel in Spain circa 1982 (It was a "Phoenix" for you old enough to remember unsophisticated digital entertainment).

Discreetly hidden, it meant that a teenage Worthless was able to spend hours fannying about on said machine instead of being out in the sun ogling tits like any other lad of my age.

Mind, it came in handy when me Mam & Dad grounded me after one night the Spanish Rozzers arrested me for being arseholed.

And I did the decent thing & passed on the secret "key hiding place" to another suitably spotty little herbert before I left.
(Worthless wishes he had the brains of a pigeon, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:30, Reply)

An un-opened Curly-Wurly in the park.
Fuck. Yes.
( Green Spanner and his magical lack of activity, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:26, 3 replies)

I found the Lord Jesus
In my fridge.

"Get out of there, you silly bugger!" I yelled. But he sat there stubbornly holding on to a half-consumed pot of Greek yogurt and a soft iceberg lettuce.

Second Coming, my arse. What a tit!
(frankspencer, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:25, 6 replies)

A Child
While out shopping in Sheffield centre not too long ago I was awakened from my half-conscious state by someone poking me in the small of my back. Turning round to deliver severe admonishment to the scoundrel who was harrassing me I was surprised to find a tear-stained little lad in an England Shirt who can't have been more than about five years old. It transpired that his name was Christopher and he had managed to rid himself of his parental types so was now wandering up and down Fargate in a bit of a panic.

Now if any of you have been down Fargate on a Saturday you'll know that it's rammed with people all milling about, stopping to watch street performers and generally causing congestion so it was nigh on impossible to find this kid's mum, especially 'cause the description he gave me wasn't the most helpful..."she's called mummy and she has a dress on and a coat" but having two younger brothers myself I felt like I should keep an eye on him; plus he was a pretty funny kid, kept gettin' excited at really odd things like the O2 shop or a stall selling scarves and chasing the pidgeons.

Having failed to locate a "mummy in a dress and coat" I figured I would ask one of the supposedly helpful city centre ambassadors (or some other pretentious title) what I should do and was basically told that they didn't have a clue.

Having been on the lookout for this kid's mum for about two hours now; all the while expecting the police to clap me on the shoulder and cart me off for stealing a child who was crying for his mum, I figured he would probably be hungry. As we went into Greggs for a pasty his eyes lit up, stood by the front entrance of the shop was a rather attractive looking lady who looked like she had been crying. "Is this yours?" I said as Chris ran towards her. Much laughter, rejoicing and no accusations of paedophila ensued and I was given £20...sure it wasted about 2 hours of my shopping time but seeing the look on his mums face when we walked up made my day. I suppose it was more of a case of him finding me really but there you go.

*Edit*

Whilst relaying this story to my bemused housemates...who couldn't believe someone like me would wander round for hours trying to find the lads mum, i said the words "If £20 is the going rate I'm gonna hang out with little kids more often"...soon after this I decided it wouldn't be the wisest business venture in the world
(Freak on a Leash is jerking off to centre himself on, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:24, 22 replies)

I found a ten pound note in the sea
I was sat on my surfboard at a nearby beach, waiting for some waves and spotted something floating along the surface towards.

"Hello" says I "a crispsoggy ten pound note! I'll have that!"

Pasties all round aprés surf!
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:24, Reply)

My virginity at a very early age
It's losing it again that's proving difficult.
( MatJ LOOK, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 13:24, Reply)