Form over function

I hate this sofa.  I hate everything about it.

It’s a sleek, low grey number, topped with several black leather cushions.  Looks brilliant, doesn’t bloody work.

The it’s so low, when you sit on it, your knees come up round your ears, and the depth of the seat front to back is clearly designer for a giant with the fremour abuot 4 feet long.  Your arse end up only inches above your ankles vertically, but your knees aren’t actually over the front of the seat so your feet dangle uselessly until they go numb.

Yout can’t curl up on it sideways either, because it’s missing one end, and the material is slippy enough to mean you slowly side horizontal.  If you pile the oh-so-manly black leather cushions up they slide off one another like a stack of well oiled ducks.

You can’t even sleep on the fucker – it’s just not long enough and you hang off the open end.  If you had an arm or side on that you could curl into it and sleep (all be it a bit crunched up), but that missing end gets you again.

Basically, it was clearly designer by a salesman who thought he knew whaty people wanted, or my a very tall or very small designer, who had no eyes and wears velco clothes.  Wankers.

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