When I moved into my new flat in Angel and away form the evil Nazis of Cricklewood I figured it best to try and kit out my new bedroom with nice stuff – for the first itme in my life I had a little bit of money when I moved – so instead of putting up with crappy furniture and piling books agianst a wall I made some trips to ikea and its ilk.
One thing I bought that was more neccesity than for it’s asthetic splendour was a new chair. Not a big leather easyboy thingy for monging in front of the telly (though I wouldn’t mind one, anyone who cares to donate one to me then feel free) but a desk chair to sit at this very desk to write things such as this very notblog.
In the fourth Reich of Cricklewood I used a dining table chair nicked from, well, the dining table, obviously. It was the wrong height for my desk, non adjustable (apart from sawing off the legs) and bloody unocmfortable. But like most things in the life of a skint comedian, even though I needed a new chair, I could never quite justify the forty odd quid it would cost to get a new one.
Plus, ever since I was a kid I wanted one of the funky backless chairs that you kneel on, I remember when I used to watch How 2 they all had them and to this day I knew that it would be the chiar for me.
Incidentally, I thought I’d try and use the old interweb to find a picture of gareth “gaz top” jones, fred dinage and Carol Vorderman (she has to have her name in capitals, I got a letter from her agent) sitting in such chairs. Unfortunately I coudln’t ifnd one, but I did come across Gaz Top’s website here which really is a good way to waste 20 mins of your life. Apparently he dropped the Gaz Top bit after he did Get Fresh. That was a shit program, but gave him his break into telly, so we have to thank Get Fresh for such classics as Clwb Clebran and An Afternoon On The Moon.
So, I figured with this new flat I should finally purchase the chair of my dreams. I did, in Argos, £39.99.
Now I ‘m kneeling as I write, subservient to my reading public.
Problem is, I think this is a bottom of the range one, you can only adjust arse height. So althoguh my back is now in perfect posture, it appears to be my shins and not my arse/knees that’s taking most of my body weight.
But it was forty quid… I’ll suffer bad shins for life for that…