Diversion? Schmiversion...

Given the febrile atmosphere surrounding all things Pooh and his Non-Government™ at the moment, one could be forgiven for asking me why I've posted a picture of a knackered old chair. Well, granted more stuff is crawling out from under the woodpile on an hourly basis at the moment - if you've got the inclination and the time please sign this: we need to keep piling the pressure on these dangerous people - but I've decided to keep my powder dry until the end of the week when all will be clear, one way or the other. Either the merde will have already hit the rotatey thing or Doris and his politburo will have buried the Gray report's salient bits and released a heavily redacted version for public consumption and the delight of the captive media. Let's wait and see, shall we?

The battered old stick of domestic furniture pictured above I picked up from a pile of left-out-for-free-stuff down the bottom of the High Street the other day: there is a kind of Rachub tradition of leaving unwanted things out on the street for passersby to take and upcycle for nowt. A laudable and entirely spontaneous little activity. I thought that this little chair was rather handsome, despite its condition, so I heaved it into the back of the car and took it home. It now sits awaiting attention in the studio. It needs the seat stripping off and the chair itself will need disassembling and the joints re-glueing (a la the Old Rocking Chair project) - at least the seat replacement will be a tad more straightforward than the ORC - I think it will scrub up nicely! Keep you posted...