Opening my new purchase…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s architectural term is ‘cathedra’ – The bishop’s chair or throne in his cathedral church, originally placed behind the high altar in the centre of the curved wall of the apse. I have a nice old cathedra, on its own plinth, in my home, I sit in it, wearing a special hat, to watch television in the evenings.
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Oh damn! It’s happened again!
I just bought a new printer from the branch of Argos in town. It all looked normal enough, the sealed cardboard box was printed with the HP logo, there was a nice photo of the printer on the side, and it felt the right weight for a cheap printer. (Like other consumer hardware, printers do seem to be getting lighter these days don’t they?) So, I got it home, slit the top of the box open with the bread knife, and squeaked out the polystyrene packaging, but there was no sign of any Hewlett-Packard Deskjet 3520 in there! Instead there was a lower white slab of polystyrene packaging, but in its centre there was a cut-out in the shape of a perfect oval, or ellipse, about six or seven inches long. Closely fitting in the cut-out, (it looked like the cut-out had been especially made for it) was a large pink-grey shiny pebble! There were a few grains of seaside sand and a fragment of seaweed still clinging to its surface. ‘Oh damn!’ I thought, ‘It’s happened again!…’ I did phone up Argos to complain, but they said that this had recently been happening with all their printers, and there was nothing they could do, and then added in a sad voice, ‘That’s the way the world is these days sir…’
The last time I experienced this sort of thing was when I thought that I’d bought a Sony digital radio/alarm from Currys in Dulltown centre. Again the cardboard box seemed to be about the correct weight for such an item, but on unpacking it I discovered, in a sealed plastic bag, resting in a beaded polystyrene nest, a carefully knapped and polished flint axe head, from, I reckoned, about 3,000 BC. Not really having much use for such a thing, beautiful though it was, I straightway put it on eBay and eventually sold it for quite a lot of money, and whist I was on there I ordered myself the Sony digital radio/alarm that I needed. When that finally arrived in the post, and I opened its packaging, it turned out to be not the item that I had ordered, but a poached egg encapsulated in a cube of clear resin. I wasn’t too upset though, the poached egg does look very attractive, the yolk and white have kept their colour very well, and I have it on my knickknacks shelf to this day. I don’t know if I’ll try to sell the big pebble though… I mean, who’d want a pebble?…

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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