These cute little speakers from axelsson.co.uk (via NotCot) would make a perfect gift for Mr. Nag. He recently took over Nag Jr's old room and has turned it into a storage space for all the detritus I won't allow him to keep anywhere else. Baby Nag refers to it as "The Captain's Quarters" because Mr. Nag is a Fire Captain and also because a nautical tone is set by a startlingly large model of the Bluenose that totally dominates the space. It is not quaint, it is not cozy, it is a hellhole. Mr. Nag likes to retire to his quarters when he tires of my shrill reminders of things that need doing around the house and when he has had enough of Baby Nag calling him gay. He sits on a wooden chair (while we were in Sicly Max tore up the sofa he used to stretch out on) and gazes soulfully out at the street while listening to jazz coming through a set of gigantic pre-historic speakers. These speakers serve double duty as platforms over which Mr. Nag artfully drapes his dirty clothes, adding to the general funky ambience of his leisure space.
The dragon speakers are too small to hang clothes from. Do you think that, if I spent our life savings on a pair of these, Mr. Nag might possibly deposit his clothes in the laundry basket? No way in hell. Sigh.
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