mostly david ephgrave

Yesterday, I saw the world’s most confident statue on sale in Garden House Hospice. Look at him standing proud amongst the bric-a-brac. It’s like he owns the shelf. He wears the expression of an ornament that thinks he won’t be without a home for long. He is the master of all he surveys; the dead men’s shoes, the non-prescription glasses, the VHS; everything . He is the King of Objet D’art. You could buy him, but you’d never, ever own him. The staff probably didn’t even put him on display; he scaled that cabinet by himself. Despite his obvious bravado, I’m suspicious. Surely he can't be that self-confident. He wound up in a charity shop. He may once have had pride of place on somebody’s mantelpiece, but he doesn’t anymore. Perhaps he made a personal bid for freedom. He probably felt infinitely superior to everything in the household.   Arrogant little tit.