Saturday, August 18, 2012
It's not paint, it's not ink, it had started to take on that brownish tinge that blood goes and you know is going to be a bitch to remove from anything. Even worse it started from the bottom left corner leg, right across the front diagonally and finally across the top. Looking closely, but not that close, it even had the teardrop shape that signified a spray, possibly from a slashing a la Scream style. Needless to say because they didn't have a matching wardrobe with blood splat motif or indeed a blood soaked bedside lamp we passed on this bargain. Still, with a bit of thought and some spare parts from the butchers we could have done something nice.
Imagine that, a blood soaked television stand, a clunky retro video player, a TV without a remote, Rabid playing on the colour portable and plenty of chunks of meat and sinew scattered around for effect. I'm sure our furniture showroom would make millions, you could call it the Rabidvideonasty with occasional table, the serial killer of lounge furniture. Nice. I'd buy two!