The curse of loft
What is hard to imagine though, given the skinnyness of the tie, is how I managed to get it into a 1970s champion-tucker-jenkins-uber-knot like this.
"It wasn't me Sir. It was Sharpy"
"Tramps like us, baby we were born to code".
Surfing about and found this post from someone who has worked IKEA out as an fully immersive, 3D environmental adventure. I loathe IKEA, but periodically find myself back there. I cope by putting offensive messages in their suggestion box just before I leave. This always cheers me up enormously.
My favorite deposit was:
Don't even think for one minute we don't know what you are up to, you Swedish bastards.