Saturday, February 04, 2006

So that's what they were for...

Mes Amis

This week I have found on odd days a couple of big ass screws lying near my swivelly chair in the office space. They must have come from somewhere but I could work out where.

I found out this morning. Sitting down to answer emails, I felt a little off balance like something wasn't quite right. It wasn't. My swivelly chair collapsed. I think my habit of spinning round when I'm thinking may have loosened the bolts.

Stupidly I had thrown out the screws when I couldn't work out where they were from. I am using a collapsable plastic chair thingy at the moment. RIP dear swivelly chair. We had some good times. And my habit of spinning round in thought often made me feel nauseuous but it was all part of your charm.

Au revoir

Russel

11 comments:

Graham said...

At least your kids didn't all pile in your chair, thereby busting it, and then "forgot" to tell you, leaving you to bust your arse. As happened to someone I know.

Sandra Ruttan said...

It took me a few minutes to read that first sentence properly, what with the goings on at my blog.

I'm tired. Yes, that and the painkillers. That's my excuse.

Steven said...

Don't throw out the chair. Go to a hardware store and buy a couple of screws of the proper gauge. It'll be a heck of lot cheaper than buying a new chair.

And stop that spinning.

Russel said...

Graham

That's what kids are for. Apparently. I remember the delight I used to take in breaking things and forgetting to tell mum and dad.

Sandra

You foul, foul woman: that's what hanging with Rickards and MacBride does to your mind. Its not the painkillers...

Steven

I might do that. Although I have been looking for an excuse to buy a new chair. This one's been really bad for my back. I need one of those big padded swivelly chairs. Oh, yes, that's what I need... It goes under expenses...

Jennifer Jordan said...

Oh, yes, a big padded swivelly chair with headphones and a place for your iPod, armrests that have a cooler in one a remot for every electric gadget in the place in the other. It has a red light that goes on when you've reached swivel saturation and, best of all, heated massage in the seat.

You'll never need to leave that room again. Why would you want to?

Gabriele C. said...

Oh, me wants such a chair, too, preciouss. And the iPod. :-)

Sandra Ruttan said...

"You foul, foul woman: that's what hanging with Rickards and MacBride does to your mind. Its not the painkillers..."

It might have been the non-medicial intoxicants too, come to think of it.

But why would you want to leave that chair? I have a swivel chair, and an ipod, but no heat. That would be nice!

In light of comments I've been chastised for, I'm snickering at the verification word today - and you think I'm foul! Rickards must be messing with blogger programming.

that girl said...

well I suppose if your ass screws, regardless of size, fell out then you would fall off your chair.

Jennifer Jordan said...

And not just any old ass screws.

Big ass screws.

There is a whole world of Russel that remains hidden and that world screws.

Russel said...

Gabriele:

the owner of such a chair must prove themselves worthy, I feel. With such an object comes great responsibility.

Sandra:

Oh dear Lord, I can only imagine what would happen if Rickards were able to control the internet! Such power to such an individual... I daren't contemplate such a thing. But the filthy word verification intrigues me...

That Girl

When your ass screws fall out, its a very painful procedure to have them replaced.

Jen:

Even I wouldn't want to know about the hidden world of Russel... I think keeping it hidden retains my air of mystique...

Sandra Ruttan said...

Hey, I kid you not, every time I come over here I get, "azhol" or "funkit" or "wtfya..."

Ah, never mind.

But yes. Power to Rickards. The Horror, The Horror.