I’m a knight in not-so-shining armour
A plea for help arrived on my mobile phone from a woman as I arrived in Torchwood Town. She’d gone to Ikea, you see, and - being stereotypical - wished to leave with an item of furniture larger than the dimensions of the WomanMobile’s boot.
Peh.
Fortunately for Woman, I had come in the rARshMobile which has a generous cargo capacity. Having unloaded at Chateau Pops, I set off to meet Woman in the car park.
“Don’t worry. I know exactly where it is. It’ll be straight in and out.”
“So we’re going to go into IKEA and leave with just the one item?” I asked, incredulously.
“Absolutely. Unless you want something.”
I declined and in we went.
To be fair, we did leave with just the computer desk, but this is because I talked her out of picking up a packet of candles and had expressed disinterest in the concept of laminated ash flooring when asked “Is that cheap?”
Having trailed Woman to her abode, I left with her cheery “One of your headlights isn’t working.” ringing in my ears. Remember that ever-so-nice chap at Halfords? Grrrrr.
December 29th, 2006 at 11:17 pm
I infer (note, not imply) that you mean ‘no interest’ rather than ‘impartial’ in your use of the word disinterest. It’s a great opportunity for pedantry that disinterested is ‘widely used by many educated writers’ for this meaning. Can’t say that I class Mark Lawrenson in this category, but I make a point of shouting at Match Of The Day as he repeatedly misuses the word. Says a lot more about me, though. … Twat!
Lionel: Reading further from one of your sources we find:
I’m all in favour of the Old Ways, me.
Twat!