Entry for January 15, 2007

I was talking to some of my colleagues at work about Christmas Presents, and one of them had received a coffee maker. I mentioned that I have one of those pressurised Bodum coffee makers - the octagonal aluminium ones that sit on the hob, and make you feel like you're in a French farmhouse somewhere in the Ardeche forest, even though you're in a semi in Tannochside. One of the girls looked aghast when I mentioned this - the coffee maker, not the semi in Tannochside (although that can have two meanings in some parts of Lanarkshire) . She explained that her father had been seriously injured when his Bodum coffee maker exploded.
Now, whilst I don't like to make light of another's misfortune (well - Ok - I do), that has to be one of the most middle class injuries they've ever seen in casualty. It must be up there with crushing injuries from the stampede at Ikea; brain fatigue from too much Sudoku; and scurvy when the monthly bag of Organic veg doesn't turn up.
Having said this, I bought a large jar of instant coffee today.