Yet another finding money story
During a family holiday once, we were walking along a beach. I, being a moody teenager, was walking out ahead of the rest of the group, alone with my thoughts (which given that I was a teenage boy were probably about naked women). Up ahead on the sand I saw a pool of water with an orange bit of plastic in it. "Look at that," I thought, "Some careless bastard has thrown their chip packet on the ground." Since I was brought up properly, I altered my course slightly to pick it up.

As I got a bit closer, I realised that it wasn't a chip packet, it was another type of orange plastic thing: a 20 dollar note (I'm Australian, our money is made of plastic and brightly coloured). So naturally, I did what one does when spotting money on the ground - ran towards it as fast as possible. My younger brother, who was a few metres behind me, saw me start to run, saw the orange plastic, put two and two together and started running as well.

Despite being older, I was (and still am) more out of shape and as a consequence a slower runner than my brother. As I sprinted towards the money that was rightfully mine, it became clear that he was going to overtake me and claim the $20 for himself. To foil his dastardly scheme, as he drew level with me, I clasped my right fist with my left hand, and with all my might drove my elbow into my little brother's stomach. This had the desired result and he went down like a bag of shit. I made it the last few metres to the note, snatched it up without breaking stride, and circled back, holding the dripping currency high in triumph.

I was greeted by the sight of my brother lying on the beach gasping for air as my parents sent high-powered death stares my way. I was made to buy him an icecream by way of apology, although I am sure that if our roles had been reversed he would have taken me down without mercy to ensure that he got the cash.
(oball needs Satan more than he needs me, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 3:17, 2 replies)

Beer
When I was young, our place backed on to a large paddock which sloped down the hill and joined the wasteland behind a large pub/ hotel
complex. We had neighbourhood friends whose back yard also backed on to this grassy playground.

As kids we found many things around that pub and the vast network of paddocks, grassland and ovals that stretched beyond it. There was always some new treasure to find, I barely know where to begin. For the most part the things we'd discover were usually junk and of no real interest to anyone accept pre teen boys out mucking about, but year round we would have a ball.

One regular treasure hunt, taught to me by my sister who was by now too old to bother, was to head down to the car park on a summer evening and gather change dropped from the pockets of the more jolly punters as they fumbled for their keys. This was before the strict drink driving laws we currently enjoy and it was not unusual for the regulars to wobble their way home after a session at the bar. A good haul could net you a dollar or more. easily enough for an icypole or a bag of the milk bars finest mixed.

Now one day we were on our way down to see what lucre awaited to sedate our sweet teeth. The pub was bordered on our side by steep and thickly treed banks and It was through these trees we were to make our way to the car park. So often a great source of discarded whatnot and leftover porn from older and wiser lads than us, we picked our way through carefully in the hope of something new. Balls, wheels and Busted radios. coins, keys and car parts. Once we'd stared in horror and wonderment at the used condoms and home made bongs, links to a scary and strange new world beyond our own. But not on this day. Today we spied something else. Something cylindrical, shiny and green. It was beer. Lots of beer. In the hedge where the long grass and the leaves met someone has secreted numerous slabs of cans. We gazed in delight. Checking for safety, confirming we were alone we approached the glistening stack of frothy chops. They were still cold, wrapped in glistening plastic. We did what any kids would; we grabbed one and ran. Ran as fast as we could lugging 24 cans of VB all the way back to the safety of our paddock and gardens.

What to do. what to do. Within only a few short years, we would have known exactly what to do. But all in our party were too young to drink, or see any fun in alcohol. As the eldest myself and my mate were elected to tentatively try it after much pushing and taunts of 'you do it..no YOU do it'. As daring as it seemed to us, it proved a disappointment. A sip provided a vile taste, and completely failed to make us drunk. Oh well. We tried to make one explode, we tried to launch a beer powered rocket, we threw one at a rock. We had a brief beer fight that left us sticky and smelly. We gave the last of the open one to the dog who turned his nose up at it. And so that was that. Adults were fools and beer was boring. We went off to play war.

Come dinner time I hiked back up home with the remainder of the slab in my arms. My mate had refused it on the basis that his dad drank sherry and would tip it down the sink, probably blaming him for stealing it as he did so. My dad drinks beer, so the cans were mine. I paddled in the back door and presented our find to dad.... he looked bemused as his 9 year old son handed over a slab of beer.

'where did you get that!' he demanded in a stern and accusational tone.
'we found it, down the pub. theres lots of them!'
'you found beer at the pub?' I could feel the skepticism in his voice. This was not going as well as I had imagined.
I explained how they had been hidden in the trees. He looked at me carefully, then at the 20 odd beers now sitting on the bench. then back at me.
'where are the rest?'
I explained that we opened one each to see if they were ok and had tipped them out, thrown some around.
He seemed to ponder for a moment. I suppose I didn't seem drunk enough to have downed four beers. And I'd hardly have bought them home if I'd stolen it. Sensing I was in trouble and desperate to placate my dad, I offered that there were lots more there and we could go and get the rest. Then more desperately offered to return what we had taken. As I waited for dads anger he opened one up and sniffed it, then took a sip. Then finally he spoke: 'Nah mate. its orright. You can leave it here, I'l take care of it'. Beer in hand he headed back to the couch to watch the cricket, pausing at the door.
'We'd Best leave the rest there though ay?'

Edit: a bit long for a simple story. sorry.
(lazy killer robot found that beer tastes better when your older, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 3:15, 4 replies)

lest anyone feel sorry for the ladies, for missing out on the whole 'porn finding' thing.
girls got given porn.

Nonsense, you (the naive male reader) cry. Magazines featuring nude men, openly traded? Pah!

Oh no, my friend. Oh no, no, no. No. Nothing so innocent.

They just hid it in plain sight. 'Flowers in the Attic'? Yeah, pretty tame stuff in the genre of underage main characters having sex with their brothers.

I remember a girl at my school talking about 'Lace'. "La!", I remember thinking, "that sounds like a relatively racy romance novel. Poor sheltered girl, to be so carried away by such paltry stuff."

Damn it. I had a water-damaged copy of 'Jugs'.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 2:33, 3 replies)

oooh one i can actually write on topic about woot!
ive found loads of stuff in my time, from finding 60quid nicely folded up in a shop when i was 16, to a reading list copy of Labyrinth by kate mosse (not the supermodel) and for those who dont know a reading list is where you read a book, then leave it somewhere for someone to find, you writ your name and email address in it then wrote the rules and you email the people on the list to let them know where the book has got to, mine is now somewhere in sydney! anyhoo i think the best thing i ever found was a lottery ticket with 15 lines for a month when i was about 13, either belonging to a syndicate or someone with a gambling problem. this was back in the day when there was only one draw on a saturday night! i found it in the toilet of the local asda, think i caned about 300 in prizes off that which when you are 12/13 is a hell of a lot of money. I dont recall what i spent it on though...

oh and when i lived in sunny newcastle upon tyne, i awoke the morning after winning the pub quiz (from which we won 50 quid resulting in copius amounts of alcohol being consumed by all) to find my house filled with 8 for sale/to let signs, 5 trafic cones of different sizes, 1 police cone, 2 cats eyes out the road, 1 demolition sign, and 15 sandbags. I still to this day dont know where they came from, and neither does any of the boys i lived with at the time but what they hey, its all the fun of the fair right?

Length? Probably long enough to find your way home! ;)
(santas_lil_hohoho is packing her vibrator suitcase, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 2:06, Reply)

Dumpster-diving and urban exploring in South Korea
Personally I've never taken anything from the curb back into my home, but I've probably found enough to furnish a nice (if filthy) house. Just down the street from my office is a perfectly good urinal sitting on the corner:
www.daehanmindecline.com/digital/20081028dumpsterdiving/96.JPG

I'm an urban explorer and I visit a lot of abandoned buildings and entire abandoned neighbourhoods that are still fully furnished (but smashed up by gangsters). Although urban explorers generally frown on theft, I have been known to take a few souvenirs, usually a box of matches with the logo of the abandonment on it or something else that won't be missed. Once in an abandoned hotel I found a sauna in the back with a rub-n-tug; hanging on the wall was a masseuse's uniform. I took it hope, put it in the wash, and then put it on my wife and brought her back to the hotel. Sorry, I don't think I can post those pictures here, but here's a shot of the uniform as I found it:
www.daehanmindecline.com/digital/20080315ghosthoneymoon/76.JPG

Another great discovery I made was inside an abandoned department store, where someone was storing a ton of old Korean football supporter shirts ("Be the reds!") and a good collection of polo shirts and cheesy '90s-era snowboarding outfits. I kind of wish I had taken something, because just last week the building collapsed, killing at least one demolition worker, so now it's too late.
www.daehanmindecline.com/digital/20080512deptstore/89.JPG

And if it's okay to count stuff you can't take with you, I've found a ton of abandoned places throughout South Korea, from apartment buildings and schools to amusement parks and red light districts. Here's a link to my site, which has a recent feature on the latest abandoned amusement park.
www.daehanmindecline.com/UEseoul/

I'll leave you with our greatest find, actually found by my dumpster-diving friend when digging through somebody's trash: '80s-era homemade Korean pornography.
www.daehanmindecline.com/archive/indecline/dumpster/
I really have no explanation for these, particularly what's happening in number 95.

By the way, here's a shout-out to Found Magazine, who basically publish a magazine around the stuff we're going to read about in this QOTW.
www.foundmagazine.com/
(racetraitor has an alibi for, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 1:57, 1 reply)

Mail Call
I was woken one morning, the postie had a package for me. Or maybe i had to collect it or maybe still my flatmate accepted it, either way it was a parcel for me and i got to open it.

It contained a tshirt (i still have and it is one of favs) from Thailand.

and

A unknown vacuum stealed pack of meal.... still to this day i am not sure what meat as i did not care to open it. I kept it till i moved then throw it out.

I know who sent me the tshirt, my dad, and even he doesn't know what the meat was or why it was sent.

It doesn't make sense.
(StyX is staring at you, yes YOU!!!, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 1:23, 1 reply)

a note from an ex girlfriend
whom i still consider to be the love of my life, in my old school blazer pocket (i've not been out of school too long, it's not as if this were decades ago)
oh, how i laughed. and then cried. and then shook my head over the sheer inability i have to harden the fuck up.
good times.
(charlottebronte stalking through the moors, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 1:12, 2 replies)

Guns!!!
Not out on the streets, but in 'Tin City (http://baor-locations.com/Sennelagerranges.aspx (bottom of the page))' in Sennelager, Germany whilst carrying out training for a deployment to Northern Ireland.

The people who play 'civilians' in Tin City are issued a number of weapons that they use for 'attacking' the unit being trained. These are all hidden in various locations as the now disbanded (yeah RIGHT!!) IRA would do. This provides a realistic training experience and you are taught on how to spot markers and possible hide locations from the guys that have been teaching this stuff for years.

I was sat in a muddy ditch providing cover for another team and spied a big rock, in fact the only rock anywhere around.....or possibly a marker for a hide!

After moving the rock I found a sealed pipe underneath and in it were an FN2000 and an AK47. I was only a young soldier at the time and prone to flak from the older lads, but the find of the rifles got me a little bit of respect after that :)
(indigo_prime, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 1:10, 3 replies)

It's my job.
I started my career as an archaeologist. I've therefore found loads of shit: skeletons; fleshier versions of these; gold; far too much pottery; flints; a series of small walls; amber; tools; postholes; crisp bags; a huge amount of post-medieval crap; shoes; animal bones; actual preserved lumps of shit; wattle; daub; slag; ash; mud.

Every single one of those finds was exciting*







*That's a lie. Every single one of those finds was exciting until it started raining and the temperature plummeted to -5 degrees and I was covered head-to-toe in sticky mud and my sandwiches had fallen down the portaloo and I'd lost my trowel in the spoil heap. We weren't allowed to keep anything either.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 1:09, 8 replies)

one day when i was a young lad
I was due to go visit my dad but had opted to go swimming with my cousins before hand (planning to catch the bus from town after to my dads). The only trouble with this was that we'd been having so much fun i lost track of time and going as fast as i could would effectively get there at least 30 minutes later than planned (and being before the advent of mobiles for kids with no way to let him know i'd be late).

So i rush to get dressed and run off towards the bus station as fast as my little legs could carry me but as i round a corner just on the edge of the town centre i spot something purple under some grass at the edge of the pavement so I stop to see what it is... a folded but very brand new looking £20 note. score!(pun very much intended)

Now at a much more leisurely pace I pop into the nearest newsagents to buy myself some sweets (i'd worked up an appetite swimming)

so with pockets laden with chocolates, drink and crisps not to mention £15 in notes plus some spurious coinage I flag down a taxi and get to my dads at the exact time I had promised.

I pay the cabbie with the £5 note from my pocket and get out. I greet my dad once indoors and immediately tell him about my great fortune on the journey there.

"... and the best bit is I've still got over a tenner left, see" says I proudly concluding my story only to reach into my pocket to find I did not in fact have a tenner at all. at some point between the newsagents and getting out of the cab i'd lost it.

I tried to be pissed off about it but I think something out there that saw my misfortune (being late) and decided to lend me a hand by providing me with some money to take care of my more pressing needs (the taxi) and then it took the rest back to help the next poor soul who happens to find it in its new resting spot.
( HatBeard, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 0:50, Reply)

Not found so much as delivered...
Several years ago, the doorbell rang at an ungodly hour on Saturday morning. The postie had a large box with my name on it, which he couldn't fit through the slot in the door, and saw fit to wake me up before noon, the bugger.

I opened the box to find 100 music CDs, and nothing else. There was no letter, no invoice, no delivery note, nothing to indicate who'd sent them or why.

I have no recollection of ever having entered a competition where that was one of the prizes, nor did any of my credit card statements show any purchases of a suitable amount. No-one has ever come calling for the CDs, nor have I received any letters telling me I received them in error. I guess they're mine now, bucko.

To this day I still don't know why I received them.
( flake has nothing against your right leg, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 0:48, Reply)

An iPod shuffle
In Oxford about 3 weeks ago.
( Styxx hates when people talk in the third person, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 0:41, Reply)

My arse with both hands.

( flake has nothing against your right leg, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 0:36, Reply)

Transformers Underpants.
When I was a kid, I found a pair of Transformers underpants laying in the street.
So I took them home and insisted on keeping them!
I think back and think.. eeew!
Of course my mum threw them out, but she did actually buy me a pair of transformers underwear because I was really upset about it!
(Miggyman, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 0:35, Reply)

My friend Dan
He went missing 6 years ago, just left his house one morning, kissed his g/f goodbye and went to work. He didnt arrive and no one had heard from him, he took nothing with him so everyone feared the worst.

Years pass and we all assume that he is gone and no one would ever see him again.

Anyway, 2 years ago g/f and i are travelling the world being lazy fucks, we are near the end of our trip and only had a week left in NZ so went to a few places before the long flight home. Was sitting in a bar in Rotura one evening when i was sure id seen Dan, g/f convinced me it was the beer talking and so did i. Next morning i saw him again on a bus. I was getting freaked out.

So last day there we were getting ready for the drive to Auckland to get our flight. Loading the car and i saw him again sitting by the hotel.

No funny story but it was him, and he had been following us the past couple of days. Turns out he was just a wanker and wanted nothing to do with anyone anymore and was happy for everyone to think he was dead. He said he had enough of everyone and wanted out and was now living in NZ and had 2 kids and a wife.

Strange but true.

Ok he may not be a wanker but to let everyone think he is dead is a bit shit.

Sorry for no funnies or length
(Lanceuppercut, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 0:32, Reply)

bright pink string...
When I was about 13 years old - so we're talking a good couple of decades ago now! - I noticed a line of bright pink string running along the gutter on my way home from school. I followed it all the way to the end of our road and it carried on up the hill into the distance.

"Mum" I said when I got home. "There's a line of bright pink string running all the way from school past the end of the road and onwards"

I'm not sure why, but we decided this mysterious string needed investigating. We went to the end of the road and both started gathering it in to a ball from where it passed us. About half an hour later my end reached its conclusion... by now we had a ball of pink string about the size of a large melon... but in the other direction it was still going strong.

It took over 3 hours to complete our reeling in task. Dinner was burnt.. from memory my father highly disapproved... and we ended up with a ball of bright pink string about the size of a generous beach ball.

To this day I have no idea where it came from or what its purpose was - my mother still sends me packages in the mail tied up with bright pink string :)
( oucheh I am have confused, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 0:31, 1 reply)

there's gratitude for you
One lunchtime, I nipped out of the office to pick up a sandwich. I'd no cash on me so I went via the bank to get some money. There was quite a queue for the ATMs (the other sort of ATM) outside, so I went inside instead.

It was busy inside too, so I waited in line, then when it was my turn I stepped up and saw what I guessed to be around £200 poking out of the machine. The guy who'd just been at the machine was walking out, so I grabbed the cash and caught up with him. I asked if he'd "forgotten anything".

His reply was to say "yeah" and snatch the money from my outstretched hand. I wasn't expecting a reward or anything but a thank you wouldn't have gone amiss. Tsk.

To cap it all I lost my place in the perishing queue as well.

Length? About 20 minutes once I'd got my lunch
( daikoku has been on a ragga tip since, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 0:12, Reply)

hmmm, found you say . . .

I remember way back in the day when employee 12754 had yet to join the workforce and was but a short panted lad with a grubby face and a penchant for divilment many things were 'found' that might add interest to ones day.

We had in our group one young scallywag who was particularly gifted at 'finding' things... the fucker would rob the roads had he not needed a path on which to go back home. Bit off topic but Parmesans story about finding a lobster brought it to mind.

Terrapins. Yup small turtle type creatures. . . . we would enter the local pet shop where we had a good raport with the lady there and while we cheekily chatted with the woman, Keith would stick his mits into the terrapin tank and grab a few handfuls of the poor creatures and fill his pockets with the ill fated wee cunts.

Only so much a group of young lads could do with a load of terrapins on any given day, so any that survived the day would be released back into their natural habitat also known as the river by quinsworths (now tescos) on the southside of Cork city...

There have been no sightings by the public so it seems they did not breed as we had hoped.
(The Cats Twat, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 23:48, Reply)

Found Porn etc...
It's not so much the stash itself, more what it represented at the time..

Cue B3ta wibbly lines ----

Back in the summer of 1982, we two elder Sparkie siblings were busy studying, and working in our respective part-time extra pocket money kind of jobs... I was working in a Menswear shop, and my year-younger brother had a morning paper round, which involved him arriving at the paper shop earlier than the others, in order to sort the newspapers into rounds. (routes to US readers)This fact may prove useful later in the tale..

One Saturday, there was a huge thunderstorm, after a dry spell, and the rain rained down in great, fat splats, seemingly for hours, especially when stuck on a slow moving bus. I alighted at my stop, and fought my way through the monsoon to the family home. I had recently been entrusted with a front door key, and so I took careful pride in using the front door, and so missed the first pointer. My Mum greeted me in the hallway, with a shocked, giggly attitude, beckoning me to follow her into the kitchen, giggling further, so I shed my wet shoes and went after her. There, over every available surface in the kitchen, including the (bemused) dog's bed, were dozens and dozens of porn magazines, all soaked and in various stages of stuck-together and driedy-outyness. "I think I've saved some of them, but you'll have to help me with the rest, go and fetch your hairdryer"

"What the.. where did you get these, mother?" I blithered at her..

"They were under the shed in the back garden, the rain washed some of them out, so I tried to rescue the rest, there's loads!" she gasped between fits of giggles, "and I found these as well!" she passed me a big patterned paper bag crammed with condoms.."Don't 'spose you want to tell me what you've been up to?"

"EH? what... Me? Have you lost your conkers?" I blurted..Of course I knew exactly what was up. I had spent the preceding term at our school fending enquiries from "Customers" of my brother, who had by this time amassed a fledgling business empire, selling "gentlemen's relaxing literature" and "French Letters" to the great unwashed of the fourth and fifth year. He eventually confessed/boasted that he had been sort of "finding" the magazines at the paper shop, and his mate's neighbour was a family planning nurse who felt it his bonded duty to ensure that everyone was using protection, hence the copious supplies, and the paper bag, but that's another story

I must admit to suprise at my Mum's attitude, but she's a sixties girl who believes that if you supress things then they come out later in "bad" ways, oddly she was of the opinion that she was saving my brother's associates from a lifetime of homosexuality and the priesthood, with my hairdryer..
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 23:24, Reply)

unlike lots of other male b3tans.
I never had a 'porn-finding moment'.

At least, not in real life.


(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 23:24, 4 replies)

It's a jungle out there
A friend who owns several rental properties has found not one, but TWO cannabis farms in places where the residents have stopped paying the rent after 3 months.

The first time he called the rozzers immediately (duh), but they wouldn't enter the place because peering inside, they could see electrical cables hanging out and the inevitable Heath-Robinson bypass of the meter.

Luckily this person happens to know a friendly-neighbourhood electrician (cough)who he could call on to climb in through a window and deal with the potential danger. The kind of electrician who strolled out after selflessly taking plenty of time "to make sure the place was safe", with his toolbag over his shoulder, before leaving at Mach 2 to attend an "emergency" elsewhere.

Apparently the police found several bags of ready bagged herbal material, namely buds, in the property, maybe up to several hundred pounds worth, although the place had seemingly recently produced much more of the same. Alas, they held out little hope of catching anyone despite their thorough search of the premises, it's becoming quite common these days.

A few weeks after that, he found a second of his properties which had been rented by some nice Oriental folk had also been turned into a plantation when they too failed to pay the rent. This time the friendly electrician was unavailable (much to his chagrin), so the landlord broke into the place and, extremely pissed off at the way another of his houses had been bashed about (floors lifted to allow for extraction ducts and mashed together electrics etc) cleared it himself.
He phoned the police to inform them of his discovery and that he was at that very moment stoking a huge bonfire in the garden of the plants he had found, the racking, ducts, etc so if they wanted to do any more pointless investigation, they had better get there sharpish.

The police said they would make a note of it..........as of yet, 3 months later, they haven't bothered to visit him and investigate his complaint!

I've no idea how many other Orientals he has rented to, but I would imagine that sparky is keeping a large toolbag ready to go if any other of these disgraceful drugs factories comes to light.

Now, I fancy some chocolate hob-nobs......
(Rsoles, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 23:14, 3 replies)

A lobster in Wimbledon
I found a live, and rather large, lobster in the River Wandle, Wimbledon, last year. No, it wasn't a crayfish, it was most certainly a bona-fide lobster. I guess someone had bought it to eat and didn't have the heart to kill it - so decided to put it in the river, thus killing it slowly.
( Parmesan Quality b4 Quantity, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 23:13, 3 replies)

i once found a large red flight case, about 6' x 3' x 3'
underneath a temporary staircase leading up to the entrance to the gallery in the Truman Brewery on Brick Lane (the gallery where Gunther von Hagens performed his televised autopsy, fact fans). Quite what it was doing there I don't know.

This was about a decade ago, whilst I was on work experience and long before Brick Lane became Skinny Jean Twat with £5 Plimsolls & Plaid Shirt with Geek Glasses Central.

In it was a fuck-load of Ampex Grand Master 456 2" master tapes - I would say there was at least 25 of the buggers. A lot of them were by artists I did not recognise and not being able to cart them all home as I wanted to I disregarded most of them.

I was determined to find at least one decent tape in the whole lot to take home and, right at the bottom one tape did indeed catch my eye.

It's labelled ' "In The Sunshine" - Jamiroqua [sic] ' and is, from what I've gathered on a quick Google search, a track that must have been recorded during the 'Emergency On Planet Earth' sessions and then failed to make the final cut of the album.

I found what could possibly be a lost Jamiroquai master tape, that is probably unheard of outside of the immediacy of the band/label/studio staff and even now this makes me giggle like a schoolboy :D

And i've yet to even listen to the track myself!
( applehead herp derp, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 23:09, 1 reply)

Dont tell anyone but...
Whilst returning from an all night party in a friend's field (tentless with only my sleeping bag as shelter against the pouring rain, which subsecuently ruined the sleeping bag.) Myself and three friends stumbled across £120 in the form of 6 soaking wet £20 notes on the road and the grassy verge. After much deliberation we decided to split the money £30 each and continued home whilst concocting madcap stories regarding how the money found it's way to the winding country road
(chrisdood Why yes, I am the shizzle, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 23:00, 1 reply)

you've all been talking about brilliant finds
you may like to know that i'm the one responsible for the most recent ones.
I should have mentioned myself in the QOTW about eccentrics.but I got publicity-shy.

In the last two years i've been going around on public transport (planes,trains and automobiles),mainly because i like public transport,and also to fulfill my joyous mission around the world.

I buy cubic zirconia and fool's gold on ebay and then scatter them to the winds in the hope that they will briefly illuminate people's minds.

I have a large collection of rare and unusual coins,which i leave on train seats,on public paths and between the pages of newspapers on buses.

i leave antiques and oddities in boxes by the side of the road,in forests and in alleys.

i buy comic books and leave it in trees,on the ground or behind park benches...

i leave watches and single cars from my matchbox collection on beaches,and i take ammonite fossils i find locally and stash them away in odd places only a child or teen would look

you see,when i was young and bright,i was disappointed by the lack of treasure in the world,and i resolved to do something about it.
My habit might be vaguely expensive,but it gives me a warm,fuzzy feeling.
(Fuckpig "That's not even a pound a midget.", Thu 6 Nov 2008, 22:57, 8 replies)

Two working computers, left in the street
I found two fully-working Pentium II PCs dumped in the street, within a hundred yards or so of my flat, at different times in 2006. I gave them both to charity.

One was from Lloyds TSB. The other one - that turned out to have been owned by a chap with very odd taste in music - S Club 7 and Metallica, anyone?
( Parmesan Quality b4 Quantity, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 22:55, 1 reply)

I lovely tin of "light oak and....." paint (not very PC - read the label!)
Click for bigger
( SkUG >_O i got a couple of stitches in my eyeball... ow, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 22:53, 4 replies)

She's still behind Lucan
in the World Hide and Seek Championship
(magic the cat will someone please think of the kittens, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 22:46, Reply)

Nope, I found Maddy
She was hiding under Osama Bin Laden's turban. The cheeky wee shit.
(GONEism, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 22:24, Reply)

Bindun?
Madeleine in a lake.
(Maccy Divided by 0 on, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 22:18, 1 reply)