What?
The ubiquitous, accident prone stick man.

When?
January 2008 -

Why?
Stick men look so sad as they burn / fall / get crushed. Someone has to feel for them, and I am that someone.

What happened?
The obsession sprang on me quite suddenly, although I've always had a soft spot for stick men.While secretly lighting a fire one day in January, I Burnednoticed that, alongside a rather randomly applied recipe for Rich Rice Pudding, the manufacturers of the matches I was using (the oddly named Swedish Match UK) had chosen to emblazon their product with a scary picture of a tiny, horrified looking stick-child in the early stages of (presumably) accidental self-immolation. "Danger! Fire kills children" read the slogan, seemingly oblivious to the adjacent suffering. The seeds of obsession were sown. Following shortly on from that, a trip to the garden centre in our village revealed anotherCrushed stick man, this time about to be squished under a toppling stone garden ornament. With that, the obsession was born, kicking and squealing as it was squashed and burned. Oddly, at the same garden centre was a strangely unsettling picture of a hosepipe, presumably rendered so as to resemble a snake. It looked like the sort of thing that might live in Stick-Australia, biting the legs of unwary stick men as they wandered through the bush.
Over the following couple of weeks, more have joined the dismal throng. Nooooooooo!!!Firstly I spotted a stickman at our local branch of B&Q, in the process of being crushed even flatter than he already is by toppling boxes from a badly stacked shelf. Not long after, Deb emailed me to say that a Coke dispensing machine in her office had a picture of a stick man "pulling a vending machine on top of himself". And I do recall some years ago at Wheal Towan in Cornwall, seeing a picture of yet another stick man falling down a mineshaft...poor souls. Currently I find myself keeping an eye out for the poor old stickmen, protecting us from our own stupidity by sacrificing themselves. I haven't got any photographs of the vending machine man, or the shelf man, or indeed the mineshaft man, but given enough time, I'll add them to the jolly gathering of cartoon death. For those who simply can't wait to see any more - here's a gallery for your sick gratification.

 

Into the abyss   Wind suffererParachute kamikazeZap 

Going downNot waving but drowningHuh?    Head on Over the edge

 

When Will it End?
This one's pretty mild as obsessions go, and I'm anticipating it'll come to an end before too long.

Loose Ends
The following loose ends still remain. If you can answer them, please contact me.


Play Along at Home
Well obviously it's pretty easy - check out the back of the nearest matchbox. And keep your eyes open. Stick man mishaps are everywhere.