UK readers will probably remember a TV sitcom called "The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin". Starring Leonard Rossiter, also of "Rising Damp", and, as is less well known, "Le Petomane", this series is partly known, at least by me, for the line : "Progress! There's a word that begs the pardon. I beg your parsnips. I'm sorry, it doesn't beg the parsnips, it begs the question." However, it is more widely known for the embarrassing chair. Reginald and other employees would rise from this chair, in the office of CJ, the tyrannical boss, and start to walk out of the office, hoping that things would be different this time. But they never were. After a dramatic pause, there would be a loud rasping noise, a real Bronx cheer (or chair). "Sorry, CJ," an embarrassed Reggie would mutter, as he slunk out of the room.
Now it seems that life is imitating art. Art, that is. The Times, usually fairly sober, cannot resist a little joke in its headline, "Flatulent chair at bottom of teacher's sex bias claim":
THE deputy head of a large comprehensive was forced to sit in a chair that made rude noises every time she moved, an employment tribunal was told yesterday...
She said: “It was very embarrassing to sit on. I asked for a chair that didn’t give me a dead leg or make these very embarrassing farting sounds. It was a regular joke that my chair would make these farting sounds and I regularly had to apologise that it wasn’t me, it was my chair.”
But look on the bright side. If you did accidentally break wind, you could blame it on the chair. In fact, those prone to such outbursts could make a beeline for the chair first thing in the morning and indulge all day with impunity and gay abandon.
i am positive that a word to the school caretaker would have produced a new chair,especially coming from the dep.head.this woman is just trying to screw some money out of the system and clutching at straws to do it.she should be told to get over it or get out. loljohn
What a sad lack of humor on the part of the "victim." I have to think I'd take advantage of that, asking those hostile co-workers, "care to guess which one was real?"
In fact, there might be a market for that sort of thing-- Ethan Allen (the reference to "British Classics" on the main page is entirely coincidental) could come out with a whole set (chairs, cabinetry, coffee tables, etc.), and throw in a complimentary CD of french horn, trombone, and tuba masterpieces.