My chair..At home i have a perfectly functional chair, in fact a bloody nice chair for 100 quid at MFI. But at work… This is the draft of an email I never sent my boss about the chair, basically ‘cos he’d already said I could have a new one..

“I think I misled you re the chair, it isn’t a chair, it is a steel bird table with some tattered brown rags which may have been covering, or possibly dead birds, draped over it. This has been amusing mounted on four non-spheroidal examples of stress fractured plastic and aluminium that a joker might describe as wheels but a realist would describe as knackered.. It aspires to being crap, and misses it by a long way..”

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