On the way to work this morning I noticed someone down the road had thrown out their ironing board. That makes sense, I thought. I mean, who needs an ironing board? I loathe ironing, absolutely loathe it. It’s boring and it’s pointless. I mean, once you’ve ironed a shirt and put it on, you almost [...]

It’s been a while since I’ve posted something in my “discarded category”. Maybe it’s the wet weather that’s stopped people from throwing stuff out? Or maybe it’s just that time of the year. You can imagine how excited I was on the way home tonight to discover an old microwave and a collander in the [...]

I don’t think it’s “tip night” (one of those nights where the local council encourages people to leave out rubbish they no longer need to be picked up and disposed off), but there’s a hell of a lot of rubbish in my back lane way tonight. Amongst the many items I saw there was a [...]

As part of my ongoing effort to document the discarded items I often find in the laneway behind my apartment block, I present to you two pairs of discarded shoes. They’ve been here for a couple of days. I suppose someone will eventually take them away. To be honest, I don’t really understand why anyone [...]

Casting out an old matress must be a dramatic thing to do. You spend eight hours a night on the matress – unless of course, you fall asleep on the couch. You have your first tender moment of love-making on the matress. A matress has also seen those nights when you’ve gone to bed cuddling [...]

I noticed this fridge in Wiltshire Lane over the weekend, and it was there again this afternoon when I arrived home. I’m surprised that no one has picked it up by now, as it looks like it’s in fairly good condition, and nothing good normally lasts that long in Wiltshire Lane. Maybe the fridge has [...]

I’ve always been fascinated by discarded items, items left in the street for rubbish collection or for someone else to pick up and take home. This is especially the case with very personal items, such as suitcases. The suitcase I saw discarded on Wiltshire Lane, Surry Hills this afternoon, was a very old fashioned one. [...]

I suppose I get it from my dad, but I’ve always been a bit of a hoarder. Just like my dad, my garage is full of unopened boxes containing goodness knows what. A couple of the boxes, for example, remain unopened from when I left Brisbane at the beginning of 1988. I’d like to think [...]