Thu 29 Jan 2009
So Near and Yet Sofa
Posted by anaglyph under In The News, Ouch, Philosophy
[12] Comments
From Agence France-Presse (via The Australian):
A BRITISH man has reportedly survived more than two days trapped under his sofa by sipping from a bottle of whisky.
Joe Galliott fell against the sofa during a power cut at his home in Somerset, southwest England, and could not free himself because of back problems, the BBC reported.
He remained stuck for 60 hours in that position – during which time a bottle of whisky rolled close enough for him to open it – until a neighbour became concerned that Mr Galliott’s curtains had not been drawn for two days.
“The whole settee tipped over catching me like a rat in a trap,” the 65-year-old told the BBC.
“I took a sip of (the whisky) and thought, well this isn’t too bad.”
Mr Galliott, who spent five days in hospital recovering, admitted to becoming concerned after going so long without food or water: “It felt like a lifetime, you think you’re there forever.”
He told the broadcaster that he now kept a bottle of whisky next to the sofa “just in case”.
I don’t know that I can usefully add much to this, other than to say that I heartily endorse Mr Galliott’s advice. It might be also useful to keep bottles of whisky next to the fridge, the bookshelf and in the coal cellar.
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Thanks to Pil for her ever eager Cow Eye!
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Sounds like a classic case of couch and release to me.
I wonder if he found Jesus back there?
HAHA best heading ever!
Yeah, that happms to me on ockasion.
Not so much th bein-trappd-undr-th-sofa part. Jus th suckin-on-a-whisky-bottle-fer-60-hours part.
I’m kinda wondering which came first with Mr Galliott – the sipping of the whisky or the getting stuck behind the couch…
The problem is there is an epidemic of man eating couches out there and no one is doing a damn thing about it.
There has to be a support group out there somewhere for this.
Hey cow man, you might like to snag what I unfortunately found today in my state. It involves eating and rats. MMMMM, MMMMM…love that good home cooking. (I am so ashamed.)
Wow, let’s see, he fell in a sofa, couldn’t get out, and had whiskey handy . . . what does that say about this dude?
MI: I think this is less a story about man eating couches, than man-drinking-behind-couch… Still, it beats eating rats.
Malach: Wow another brainless regurgitation of the content of my post. What does that say about you?
I wonder if you could train the rats to eat sofa …
what a clever lassie that Pil is :-)
Cissy Strutt: I don’t know about rats, but the mice up at the Treehouse were pretty keen sofa munchers, as I’m sure you’ll recall.
Nurse Myra: All my readers are clever. Well, except Malach, but that goes without saying.
On a faintly related note we have a vendor of Sofas just round the corner here called “Sofa King”. For once I actually approved of a slogan they had which was:
“Our prices are Sofa King low”
Now back to my whisky
The (hic) King