WORDS: Gareth E. Rees
PHOTOS: Various excellent Twitter followers
At the end of their careers. Forgotten. Abandoned. Dealing with their demons.
The icons of our childhood don’t always have it easy.
Some fall prey to drugs and drink. Others can’t cope with their loss of fame and influence, becoming reckless or suicidal.
Winnie the Pooh, Mickey Mouse, Tinky Winky….
Their bloated corpses float in rivers, hang from trees, lie in underpasses.
But are these suicides? Deaths by misadventure? Or are we looking at murders here? A deliberate killing of the past by adults who feel compelled to fly-tip their childhoods in our nation’s edgelands.
You decide.
The following photos were contributed by Unofficial Britain’s Twitter followers in response to this shocking post from Gary Budden.
“The death of Winnie the Pooh. New River Path, near Manor House, London”
There followed more tragic images…
Paul Fixter : “Under the M621 in Leeds this morning”
Fife Psychogeographical Collective : Here’s Pudsey. [Editor’s note: he was never the same after the death of Wogan].
Christian Doubble : I stumbled upon this effigy literally in the middle of nowhere walking the South Downs Way this summer.
Dougie Taylor The Lonesome Death of Mickey Mouse, Glasgow
Tambay : The drinking and eating did for Soo in the end too…
Jamie Delano : [Editor’s note: this looked to me like Eeyore but Jamie thinks is more canine, in which case, is this a celebrity icon death or just an unknown loser who died getting high? Either way, it’s very sad.]
Vicky Waters: “Looks like he’s never going home”
Angela @twisterellla – there’s a lot going on in this one. There’s a classic troll to the left. Angela suggests that the central male figure is a naked Disney Aladdin. God only knows what the thing to his left is. Sometimes it’s best not to ask. What’s weird about this is that they’ve not been abandoned but, rather, hung out to dry.
Martin Fuller @DeadGull writes: “Spotted at Rainham this morning. Winter visitor?”
A depressing one from Rob @Notracksuits
Luke Turner writes: “This poor lad is screaming for rescue from the stench of the food bin