Working a day up in Quaters the last few months, you sometimes get the feeling that the gnomes are watching you. Previously, the gnomes inhabited the large cabinet space, perched on artificial lawn, in contemplation of their new lives indoors. Several were painted black. Several remained the original colour from day hey were forged. But none the less, they all remained in one piece. In recent times, the gnomes have had to make way the Army men. Not real life soldiers, but rather green, plastic men with plastic bases for feet [you now, the ones that are permanently in one singular pose]

Hidden amongst Uniform Experiment beanies, Head Porter Waist Bags and Silly Thing shirts, the gnomes now live. Well...all except one...

Not too sure what happened to this guy, but all we can say is that he will never be the same again....



This gnome said he was pushed or jumped due to his inability to adapt and cope to the new "outside-the-cabinet" regime.



This gnome refused to comment. Something makes me think that he knows more than he is leading on. It's in the eyes.



A group of by passing gnomes who refused to be photographed said it was of "natural causes".



 If you ask me, he slipped while teetering too close to the edge...and this guy knows that he was trying to get a hold of.



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