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'SOFA SO GOOD'
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Digory Polyp
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As something of a lounge lizard—atleast in the
eyes of my friends (many of whom are no strangers to the wearing of
monocles)—I’m the sort of chap who’s occasionally given to the speaking of his
mind from the comfort of his own abode. With or without the lubrication of an
after-dinner snifter, a cut glass in my hand, I stand in my dressing gown and
give the television a sound dressing down. If I’m sufficiently incensed, for
example with a news item just broadcast, I’ll recline in my favourite armchair
or adopt a seat of pine to opine, addressing the TV set secure in the knowledge
that it cannot answer back. A sense of self-satisfaction instils a warm glow in
my chest with the certainty that I will always have the last word. Of course we
can all sound off in the privacy of our own homes (or in the shade of our
gardens, if we wanted to be like critical gnomes) but without an audience,
where is the potential for doing something positive in the world? This is why I have decided to share here, in
the modest hope that my words might serve as a form of, hopefully inspiring,
outreach.
I have
explained that I sometimes stand to rant, other times I sit; I am spoilt for
choice for chairs living (as I do) in an extremely well-furnished, large house
with numerous rooms, chandeliers, oil paintings and gold-framed wall mirrors,
but—I digress. I was going to say I am in no way limited to chairs from where I
express my feelings and cares. No, in fact, I have a mahogany coloured sofa of
which I am extremely fond and enjoy sitting there while speaking aloud on my
own. The sofa belonged to a distant aunt of mine who died falling off a camel
in Egypt. There is a picture of her in an oval shaped silver frame on a
mantelpiece somewhere and I never pass it without gratefully associating her
with the sofa of which I am so fond. I’ve lost count of the number of
satisfying rants I’ve aimed at the television from auntie’s aesthetically
pleasing (and extremely comfortable structure, ideally suited for repose).
Suffice to say, on numerous occasions I have relaxed on said item of furniture
and felt uniquely supported—more, I have felt regal almost, as if the sofa
empowers me much the way a king feels sat on his throne. I’m sure by now I’ve successfully conveyed my
attachment to my sofa and furthermore, I hope, added convincing reasons to
validate the attachment. In any case, until next time.
D.P.
