<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/plusone.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d3200994\x26blogName\x3dDreadful+Nonsense\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dBLACK\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttps://shazzle.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_GB\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://shazzle.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d7615377689624956874', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

With the twin arrivals of Broadband and Fancy New Phone What Needs Music Installed And That arriving at almost the same time, entering the 21st century also brought another delight to my life, and one which I was quick to spring upon - a new excuse to go to Ikea.

Now, I had promised He Who Only… following the last sojourn to Ikea (on New Years Day, no less) that there would be no more Ikea trips forced upon him in 2006. What other furniture could we possibly need, I reasoned, and where in the world would we put it anyway? Satisfied, he settled back for a full 12 months of uninterrupted non-furniture purchasing or building, and thus his false sense of security was well and truly lulled.

However, once Mr Broadband brought his smiling face into our lives, and He Who Only… discovered that Chinese telly will show Liverpool footballing matches where no other telly people will, he acknowledged that there may be a space in our lives (and our front room) for a computer table, since hoiking the computer off the ground, onto the dining table and back to the ground again isn’t great for aging joints.

So I looked at the glory of the site that is Ikea, found a cheap-ass computer table, checked availability, confirmed with He Who Only… that he didn’t have a damn choice, and started surfing about to see what other pretty things I could claim for my own in a magpie type manner. As I sat cooing “Oooh, that’s cute!” I could see from the corner of my eye that He Who Only… had started gouging out his eyeballs in despair. Ha, I thought to myself. Ha.

To Be Continued…


Post a Comment