Wednesday 6th August 2025, 1.40pm (day 5,095)

Tell me you don’t see it. It even has a tongue.

Watching them, watching me? Actually it’s very unlikely anyone is actually ‘watching’ at any given moment, but that’s Michel Foucault’s point about the surveillance society — people discipline themselves anyway. What I’d really like to know is why someone felt two cameras, pointing in the same direction, were really needed to monitor the ‘forgotten footbridge‘ at Manchester Victoria station. Why buy only one, when money can be wasted on two to do exactly the same pointless job?

I don’t know why I at first chose to point my camera at this wall (on Abingdon Street in Manchester). It was only after uploading the shot that I noticed the very evident face on the cigarette bin. Kind of spooky, in fact: an inanimate object with a secret inner life, if ever there was one.
This unit knows it must put on a brave public face as it awaits installation, but
inside it is screaming
Perhaps it was early to be in the pub but I was fed up with work by 4pm today. But perhaps not as doleful as this beer pump appears to be. An inanimate object with a secret inner life? Quite possibly.
It looks like it’s having a thoroughly good time to me, smashing up the road… right outside the front door of my house. What can one say? It wouldn’t listen anyway.
A few days ago I laughed at this blog post – 31 Inanimate Objects with Secret Inner Lives – it’s well worth a look. Since then, I too have been seeing faces in ordinary household items. Like this mop, for instance. It’s been giving me the evil eye for days now.