when i was 12 i started getting into photography
i was overjoyed to hear that my school was having an art contest, as i had the perfect picture of my cat to enter.

when i first received news of the art show, they weren't yet accepting entries, so i went and put my photo in a very safe place so i could find it again (as i have a tendency to lose things)

four years later, and i still haven't found it.

but i did enter a different photo that one first place, so all is not lost (no pun intended)
(sponch!, Sat 4 Dec 2004, 1:45, Reply)

Another quick one....
...I was eating a drumstick lolly on the way home from school... Oddly I started getting a taste of blood. Knowing full well that drumstick lollies don't contain blood I soon realised said lolly had pulled one of my teeth out. I'd promptly eaten it and I've never seen it since. I imagine I poo'd it out a few days later.

Also my friends at V97 because the meeting point wasn't open on Friday... Spent the whole weekend at my first gig ever alone... I had a fantastic time!


Additional... My girlfriend had a lizard and it went missing... a couple of years later they found it in the kitchen.


Further additional.... After some seven pints of Stella at the Brockett in Beech Hill here in sunny Wigan I managed to get lost on the way home. Oddly I live in Beech Hill. Still managed to make it home for a night out in Manchester... Didn't have much more to drink tho.


But I found!!... after some 8 years of wondering whether I'd ever meet a true love I found one this year. Sick as it sounds I've never been happier... And it came as a complete surprise.
( beefandcheese, Sat 4 Dec 2004, 1:39, Reply)

"Lost" room key...
We had our annual Jolly-Boys outing to Dublin last year, and one of the guys, "Deano", did the best ever 'lost' item. Deano, basically, is shit! Complete crap. Waste of sperm and egg. But one helluva laugh, normally at his expense.

He took up the tale...we were staying at the rather plush Holiday Inn in Dublin, and he was tagging along behind. Completely rat-arsed, he goes to the room, and he'd lost his key-card. No worries, he thought, down to reception and get them to let him in.

They see he's alcoholically refreshed, hand him a new key-card, and send him back to the room. Still no luck - the card won't let him in the room.

Back to reception, this all time the draught Guinness has kicked-in, and he's not happy - kicking off big style. So a member of staff decides to accompany him to the room with the master key-card.

They let him in. After this time, he really needs a shit - big style!! The kind you need to raise Tower Bridge for!!

So Deano gets in the room, straight to the bog, and sits down, relaxes....and enjoys the moment! He then checks his top shirt pocket, and realises his card is tucked safely in there!!! Then comes a knock on the door to ask what the F**K is going on!?!?!

Turns out..Deano had got the wrong room, and was one floor further down than he should be!!! Basically, he'd caused a commotion, got the reception staff to let him in, and shat all over some elderly blokes toilet!!!
(Charlie Baked Potato, Sat 4 Dec 2004, 0:44, Reply)

I lost Conciousness
I have lost it uncountable times, but once in partiucular, I was at a party in a rather swanky hotel when I was 15 and had just developed a taste for Guinness and red wine. Before long I was trying to out drink everyone there. After about 2hrs of this I remember vomiting in a flower pot.. then I have slight recolections of hitting my head on the toilet seat and then I awoke in my bed, covered in sick with my mom standing over me with a cloth. Never again (till about 2 weeks later).
I still have no idea what happened in that time, but supposedly my mom hit me cause I kept swearing.
( DijonWolfie profile 1 of 1, Sat 4 Dec 2004, 0:36, Reply)

Not me, but my sister
She lost a tooth. Quite litterally.

She was about six years old, and her front tooth was wiggly. It was recess, and she was eating an apple for her snack. So she was wandering around the playground, munching away, when she suddenly notices that it's awfully hard to bite into the apple any more. Her wiggly front tooth was gone. It wasn't in the apple, and she swears up and down that she didn't swallow it. She had a team of school kids scowering the playground searching for her tooth so she could get money from the tooth fairy.

In the end, she left a note under her pillow explaining what had happened. The tooth fairy left a note in handwriting susiciously like my Mom's and a shiney quarter. Hooray!
(dragonrose, Sat 4 Dec 2004, 0:34, Reply)

i lost my guinea pig suzie
and found her eating in my neighbors garden, when i went to get her she dissapeared into a bush, and i never saw her again.

about 6 weeks later we were having a barbeque at another neighbors house, and he had found some strange looking bones in his garden. surly enough, upon inspection, my dad identified them as guinea pig bones. i was only about 8. i cried for ages, and then got a rabbit. the rabbit died a month later of blood poisoning. i havnt had a pet since
( Johno says the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one But still they come on, Sat 4 Dec 2004, 0:25, Reply)

I loose my pen almost every day.
I’m spending a bloody fortune on the buggers. There’s probably a mountain somewhere made up of my pens. Think this could be a challenge for the mighty Sir Richard Branston
(The Badger King woo yay hoopla, Sat 4 Dec 2004, 0:17, Reply)

LOST:
Over the years I have lost: (In order)

My Virginity
My Sanity
My Hair
My Integrity
My Patience

If found please do not return, I've also lost interest in those things...
( CaptainKirk, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 23:48, Reply)

An entire...
...drum set. This was, indeed, in the mid 80's. Much beer & substances were involved, and had been continually for many years. At any rate, since I have very few memories of, well, 1980 - 1987, I can't quite recall where I left them. The building we once rehearsed in is long gone, as are the band members. Most conspicuous to me, of course, is that the drums are gone.

I haven't had a drink since 1987...
( UF0 I ignore ALL board nazis!, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 23:30, Reply)

Once lost
the diamond from my mothers engagement ring while on holidays in Israel. Bizarrly enough, I found it in her room 6 months later. Bitch had it all the time I'm sure. Shes still being horrible to me for it...bet she planned it....
I've also lost all patience with idiots of any form especially the technologically illiterate, practically seems to be part of the fucking qualifications for the librarians of Ireland, not one of them can use a computer, twunts, god how I hate them. Well the jokes on them, half my books are unreturned library books.
(Quiet, you!, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 22:50, Reply)

This one put me back in touch with my inner caveman.
It's June 2003, I've just finished the most punishing term of three at university, and it's time to meet up with my crew back home for some degree-level partying (kids on B3ta -you ain't seen nothing yet.)
We decide to drive off to a remote spot on the South Downs to smoke some weed. We make a proper preparation for it, stopping at Tesco to get drinks, munchies, magazines, all the ingredients for an all-night-long funathon. Reach said destination, a layby in the road with a stunning view and a sense of isolation. Pull up. Skin up a large one. Then realise ... only regular smoker in the party has lost his cigarette lighter. Needless to say, the car doesn't have one.
So it's 10.30 at night, we're a priveleged bunch of students stuck out in the sticks carrying on us such technological marvels of our age as mobile phones and MP3 players, and have to rediscover the most ancient craft known to man: making fire.
Some bright spark (ho ho - see what I did there?) suggests somehow using the car's battery to make a spark. Car owner is resolutely against this as he doesn't know much about electrics and is convinced that we'll explode the battery somehow. Eventually he is persuaded to let us try. We get two wires out of car stereo, tie them to positive and negative and bring them together slowly. Sure enough, it works a beauty, and a bit of puffing later and we're nicely aglow.
We ended up completely monged out our minds that night because to keep the fire going we had to roll the next joint before the previous one went out. It was quite fun actually. I'd like there to be an entertaining postscript to finish this story but that's about it really.
(CerberaSpeedTwelve, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 22:03, Reply)

Lost in Space
Somewhere and somehow over the years I've managed to lose (in chronological order) my innocence, my virginity and my marbles. But they're not very valuable so who cares, I never tried looking for them. But the day I lost my hash stash by wilfully chucking it down a drain, forgetting that there was hash inside the ball of scrunched up silver foil paper... that was truly terrible day indeed. Particularly as I realised my mishtake just a nanosecond before releasing my grasp on the little ball of scrumpled foil. I nearly lost my mind.
(O'Lay, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 21:55, Reply)

Lost my Parents
I don't particularly remember this as I believe I was too young to really retain it but I've heard the story told so many times it feels like a memory.

Seems as a child I had a penchant for hiding from my parents as a game. Scared the shit out of em every time but I was too young to understand it. There was even one instance where my parents had a few beers and came home slightly tipsy. (Over look the DUI and Responibility to the child BS) It was my bright idea to run and hide in the closet. My parents couldn't find me and then in their altered state suddenly couldn't be sure they hadn't left me at the restaraunt. The start to panic and after about 15 minutes of frantic searching my mother grabs the keys just as I exit my bedroom closet. Har har. We all laughed about it later.

But as I said this was about my losing my parents. It would appear that my parents became quite tired of the disappearing act and chose to teach me a lesson. During one of my disappearances they noticed and promptly hid themselves from view while keeping a close eye on me. After they didn't come calling I began to get bored and came out of the rack of clothes I was hiding in only to find my parents gone. I searched and asked people and searched some more throughout the store to no avail. My dad says it was about when I plopped my ass on a bench and got all teary eyed that they walked back in and said, "Hello". Never in my life was I so happy to seem them. I had been utterly convinced they'd left without me. I never disappeared from my parents again. I'm sure there is a moral here but I can't be bothered to figure it out.

Maybe this explains my panic attacks and fear of abandonment.
(yoink, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 20:31, Reply)

I lost pokemon yellow down the back of the sofa for three years
And once I lost my rabbit, he turned up in a box though, very thirsty.
I lost my cat Kitty for 6 months, she turned up up the road and I brought her home. I've currently lost Hugo but he should turn up soon, I hope, I'm quite sad he's missing.

I've also lost loads of socks. I suspect gremlins. Where the fuck can 7 pairs of socks go in a week or so? Also, we have a bag of odd socks, must be 150+ socks in there. I've lost much homework sheets as well, I swear I lost them. I did do them. Well most of them.

I've lost a few many a hellova lot of battles on kungfumadness and super smash brothers. I'm shit. I win alot on G.A.S.P. though. Huzzah! I lost many times though, at first, now I can realise what combos are. I've lost my Aqua CD at the moment, that makes me angry, I've also lost the ability to turn on my desktop computer, and a few videos. I've no idea where Cube has gone, or some of my dvds. I've also lost batteries, or used them up, I don't rememember any more. I used to lose loads of fights against my brother, but he's younger than me, and at the moment I'm stronger than him, he can't lift me up but I can throw him, so he's losing now. He also loses at G.A.S.P. I've lost a few games as well, I've lost the Sims many times, but found it again. I've lost CivII, Settlers II and Age of Empires. Wait, I've got two versions of Age of Empires... one's in the cupboard. Good.

What else have I lost... oh yeah. Cards between the flood boards. I've never lost alot of blood though. Lost many card games, my ratio on the computer is 1/4 won though, not too bad for yukon... Yukon is a fun game, I don't lose often. When playing football I lose often, I'm shit at football, I prefer backgammon. I played backgammon twice today, no, more than twice but the third game I didn't bother to finish yet. I won one game and lost the other. I only play against advanced now, and I win many games. I lose only when I do really stupid moves. I think I'll play against some human opponent at one point. It's more interesting.
Last night I lost a few times playing Solitare Showdown against Oxford Commar of Doom. I won a few as well. Everyone loses in Bejewled. You have to, or you can't end the game. That would be tiring. I'm currently highest on my list at Bejewled so that would be winning... sorta. I've lost the minesweeper game on messenger many times. I don't like that game much any way.

I lose many things...


Edit: And my mum seems to lose the most though, she used to lose her glasses every morning. When she lost her eyeliner recently she threw everything out of the cupboards. It was under the table, if she had looked she would have found it. Our house is too big. We lose too many things. Like socks, animals and glasses. I found a pair of glasses behind the radiator in the hall yesterday. Very dusty they were.

Edit2: We also lost a nice pumpkin style thing which my dad got from belgium on a halloween once. I presume it was stolen. We've also lost two laptops being stolen. My mum was madder than me dad. She doesn't back up her work. I don't either but... I should. I don't want to lose all my pictures and music.

Edit3: I've had a few sore throats but strangly... never lost my voice. Haw haw. I think some people wish I lost my voice. They say I talk too much. Personally, I think I do. Oh well.
( Rev. Cleo still alive, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 20:17, Reply)

ppr
t hv lst ll my vwls. dn't knw whr thy r. Myb smn s sphnng thm ff t rplc thr wn vwl shrtg.
( so long and thanks for all the fish, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 20:09, Reply)

ihavelostmyspacebar

( ed.ge is drunk again in the rhododendrons, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 19:49, Reply)

still looking
I lost my virginity round the back of the 24 hour garage... Been out to the club got completley pissed - the girl of my dreams took me to the 24 hour made me buy some condoms and then we did it like 2 dirty dogs. So now when I fill up with petrol I always have a quick look for my virginity but its not there. I always live in hope!
(whothefk, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 19:19, Reply)

When I was about 15 years old
me and a friend borrowed a speedboat from my father's mate. We were staying on his houseboat then, somewhere along one of Holland's many rivers. I was trying the boat out for speed, when in a steep turn the entire engine just rocketed itself loose from the boat and was lost in the dark waters with an uncanny *blop*.

Since there was only one oar in the boat and the current was very strong, we were yelling for help like small children, until a police boat came by to pick us up.

I think my dad payed for the lost engine.
( mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 19:03, Reply)

Dr Who badge
I left a black anorak in a bar on a campsite in Brittany sometime in the mid 80's. It had a big blue Doctor Who badge on the front. I don't suppose anyone found it by any chance? I think it was probably somewhere near the Galaga machine. I had all the high score table to myself you know!
(Sonic promises not to spray it in her eyes next time!, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 18:54, Reply)

things lost ?
I "lost" my passport, money and watch on an over night train from Nice to Paris. My mates were the same. There had been a dodgy looking French bloke barge his way into our compartment but we couldnt be sure if he nicked our stuff.
Police took our statements and we left the station. I then announced that if i ever saw the guy, he was getting wasted (I was a 9 stone 17 year old at the time). My mate laughed and said "Well on you go, he is talking to that police man, and he looks huge".
I chickened out and had 2 portions of humble pie.
( Fire & Forget it's the only way to be sure, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 18:51, Reply)

I've done the "lost computer" one, so it's not just an urban myth
I'm a sysadmin, for my sins. We have a naming scheme based on Babylonian and Mesopotamian gods. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

One of the network people rang me up and asked me where Ishtar was. I said "Oh yes, it's the SGI in the boss's office". Some time later, we discover that it wasn't. It was definitely *somewhere*, I could ping it. Took me ages to find the bastard, hidden in a corner in someone else's office. "Oh, that thing? I've no idea what it's for."

Apologies, length, etc.
( foop, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 18:44, Reply)

A child's glove
I spent days retracing our steps only to find it on top of a 4ft high wall, rather than on the floor where it had been dropped and where we'd been looking.

What kind of idiot would move it from the floor to a wall? Where's the logic in that?
(JaffaMused local in the So.Cal, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 18:41, Reply)

I lost my lunch
I was working at an outdoor festival this summer, and I forgot my lunch at home. So my mom drove it over. I couldn't talk to her at the time, as I was busy prancing and dancing to entertain patrons, so she pointed towards the parking lot and raised the lunch sack. I thought this meant that she was going to put it my car, which she had keys to.

Lunch time comes, I look in the car for my tasty lunch. Confusingly enough, it isn't there. I check under the seats and in the trunk, but there's nothing there. I end up spending seven bucks to get a yucky lunch from a vendor- it's an outdoor festival, I think there's a law that they have to gouge- and miss my tasty free lunch desperately.

When I get home, I ask my Mom where my lunch went. Apparently, she hadn't been pointing at the parking lot, but at the employee entrance (they're in the same direction). She had given it to a security guard who was supposed to radio me to pick it up. He'd even said he knew who I was and promised to get it to me. But he never did.

I believe the security guard stole my tasty lunch. Some security!
(dragonrose, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 18:13, Reply)

Windmill, half a leg of blood and my belief in christian charity
Went on sunday school outing to Cromer when I was 6 with my brother Weazal and a whole hoard of godbothering youngsters. After the traditional game of beach rounders I brought a very cool windmill on a stick thing (well I was only 6 it seemed cool to me) refused to let even Weazal have a go with it.
When you're the height of a 6 year old, just before you get out of your depth in the sea, there's a big row of very sharp flintstones and I fell over on it, didn't cry just picked myself up and wandered out, to screaming sunday school assistant who had noticed the stream of blood gushing from my knee, which I then noticed and started screaming and then so did all the rest of the kids.
Ambulance up to local hospital, 5 stitches later back out to group again. windmill? GONE.
They claim I must have lost it on the beach.
Not one of them had the christian charity to buy me a replacement and all the other kids got icecream while I was being literally stitched up.
( Not just a hatstand inflamed in the membrane inflamed in the brain, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 18:08, Reply)

I managed
to lose a pair of jeans when I went sailing at Dover.

It had a green plastic knife in the back pocket. Don't ask why.
( Chrico is a bounder and a cad, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 17:52, Reply)

Toy Rifle
Near where I used to live on a scummy council estate in Immingham there was a triangular piece of waste land known to the local kids as 'The Triangle'.

As a young 'un of maybe ten or so, I lost my toy cowboy rifle in the long grass one day. I searched for friggin' ages looking for the bloody thing but eventually went home empty handed. I was probably in tears too.

A couple of years later I found it quite by accident. It was rusted beyond use.

I'd given up playing Cowboys and Indians by then anyway, so I chucked it back in the grass. Might still be there for all I know.
( Biggus Dickus , it was like that when I found it, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 17:32, Reply)

Lost? What? Eh?
Mainly my memory...with alarming regularity I seem to find myself losing track of conversations halfway through and drifting off into confusion and...er...um...Mainly my memory...with alarming regularity I seem to find myself losing track of conversations halfway through and drifting off into confusion and...er...um...Mainly my memory...with alarming regularity I seem to find myself losing track of conversations halfway through and drifting off into confusion and...er...um...Mainly my memory...with alarming regularity I seem to find myself losing track of conversations halfway through and drifting off into confusion and...er...um...

(repeat until funny)
( The Reverend Lord Lizard, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 16:50, Reply)

I've lost...
my way home during a party. The host fell asleep, everyone else was dozing (it was 2am) and this guy and I were chatting, completely pissed out of our heads. So, seeing as he's as hard as nails, we decided it would be fun to walk around the local area, which just so happens to be infested with chavs. With a teetotal girl who wouldn't know a fight if she saw one.

We wandered around for a bit, walked through mud and dumpsters and crap, then our torch died, so we decided to call it a night.

"So, how do we get home?"

"I dunno, I thought Sarah (the teetotal girl) would know..."

...

"Fuck."

So we aimed ourselves in the right direction, and eventually made it back, in total darkness. The only chavs seen were observed from a long way off, thankfully, but it was still shit scary walking through alleys so dark you can't see your own feet.

I also manged to lose a shirt, some trousers, and a crap cap in the 18 month period I attended CCF at my school. All of which were replaced on the quiet by a mate of mine.
(youthink, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 16:44, Reply)

Belgian Chocolate
10 euros of the stuff, dissapeared. If i find it, I'll be worried.
(Pigmash, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 16:42, Reply)

Where shoe go to my lovely?
A former love of my life lost his shoes when he was walking home in them! He looked down and they had gone from his feet! Honest!

He was drunk at the time, but that's really no excuse!!! nob!
(Modster2k, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 16:19, Reply)