He then goes on to describe his own.As I sit writing this, in front of me, on the desk is:Oh, I dunno. That all seems rather quaint in comparison to the bombsite I am currently looking at.
A calculator
A pile of empty cds
A pile of music cds
A ball of string
A box set of Fred Astaire movies
A coffee cup
An OS map of Skegness
A packet of Postcards
A Magnusson metal tape measure
Bits of assorted paper
No. This place in which I sit is not a study at all, it is a collection of accusations.
A 2009 Stan James diary
A tin of fuse wire for the box which was removed in May
A water damaged mobile
A tape measure (Bingo!)
A pint of Carlsberg
A Brahma beer towel
Two mini screwdrivers
A picture of Hazel O'Connor, Toyah and Susan Anne Sulley (Brit Awards 1983)
A half eaten bag of Haribo jelly babies
Revenge of Arcade CD
Scattered No2ID and Big Brother Watch stickers
A tub of broken or leaking pens
An unopened £10 webcam
An empty T-Mobile bag
A menu for the Bluu Bar in Birmingham
A mess of incomprehensibly scribbled post-it notes
A pair of girl's gloves (?)
Dust ... lots of it
And that's without glancing to the upper shelf which I try not to do for the sake of my peace of mind - I think it's high time I did a spring clean.
I'm tagging Al Jahom, Mark Wadsworth and Man Widdicombe meme-like to see if they'll share their own 'study' experience ... nosey bonk that I am.
Addendum: Sod it, let's ask what an upside-down desk is like too, if and when he leaves the grog alone and gets back to it, that is.
