Horny Walls

 

I am afraid we have some neighbours who suffer Wallophillia, the famous condition that make people sexually attracted to walls, and certain concrete pavements.

Unidentified tool and cameo

So I have to admit I am not entirely sure what this is. It seems handmade, to have something soft at the top of it, and made out of random items.

The note found next to it doesn’t bring much more information, maybe it is just a signature from the artist:

Also, it seems they like sunflower seeds. Are those related to the tool somehow?
Only God knows…

Getting to the “cameo”, I stayed in a hostel in the beautiful city of Killarney. The place was really cheap, and great for students, and the staff seemed easy going. Nevertheless, I didn’t want to miss the chance to share with you the strange whole in the ceiling of the bedroom, with some kind of napkin stuck in it giving it a pretty weird look:

Finally, not everything has to be bad news, and also people keep asking why I still live in this place, so I thought it would be a good idea to share with you a beautiful picture taken from the top floor of my building, enjoy!

Floor tiles surprises

Looking outside the beautiful top floor terrace, which unfortunately is unexplainably locked to the residents, I find some floor tiles are detached from the ground and gives everything a look of abandoned area.

But then, maybe it is just some delayed repairs left in the… wait! what the hell is that?
Oh yes, those, along with some other crap buried in the long opened hole, are someone’s underpants. How did those get there? Why would someone take of their pants, underwear, and, more importantly, leave the second there?

 

No theory seems to bring any positive answer, but the mystery will definitely remain for generations to come, and pass into the local history of the neighbourhood.

Monday morning

When I started this blog I had already found all kind of things around my building, from people sleeping in a staircase, fortresses built made of mattresses in the parking lot, and watermelons resting on window sills. Nevertheless, I hadn’t expected that once I started posting here, this would repeat on a daily basis, providing me with plenty of material to share in the website. I just wanted to take this moment to thank you all of you who overwhelmingly contribute to this blog by trashing my place.

Here you can see the literature found next to miscellaneous substances intake tools: the Argos catalogue. I am pretty sure they’re planning to purchase that half-priced hoover in order to clean the mess this very afternoon.

 

As a bonus, here’s the smashed elevator panel that someone destroyed in a rage attack. I am sure they had very good reasons to do this: the panel most likely displayed a horrible message insulting their families (in both elevators, at different times).

Next to it you can see what was the original location of the lift mirror, also broken in both elevators, because the reflected image of themselves also most likely insulted them in some very inappropriate way (again in both the elevators).

Another syringe

How can anyone need so many those flu vaccine shots?
Now, really, this stuff really creeps me out... There are children in my building, we cannot allow this.

Lipstick creepy message

I will not even comment on this because I don't fully understand its context.

As a plus, you can see a Swastika drawn backwards... or maybe it really is the Hindu religious symbol and nothing to do with nazis? Well, I am no one to prejudge.

Weight Disk

The is the window many people seem to use to sneak outside our lovely shared terrace on the top floor. I am sure a radiocarbon test would date this weight disk sometime before the Sumerians civilization.

A lady shoe

Cinderella visited my building, wonder who'd be the beautiful lady this belongs to...

KFC Wrappers

I love KFC, but I don't need this particular form of advertising...

Blood spatter on the wall

Again, I don't know what the context of this was... but I'd like to think it was Batman punching Victor Zsasz in a tight fight, and not a junkie's vein taking too many punctures.

Cigarettes

And I guess this is why the fire alarm goes off around five times a day.

Cardboard Package

Alright, in fairness, it might be that someone left it there temporarily and planned to throw it away later... But I've found amusing that the origin of the package was Coventry which I've visited recently. So here it is...

Syringes

Ugggh.... at least they cleaned themselves with tissues...

 

Beer cans and cigarettes

Apparently there was a party at the top floor and I wasn't invited.

Tin Foil

Their tin foil hats successfully blocked the Big Brother's mind control signals which make you a good citizen (and make you not throw away trash at your building's staircase).