This is where you end up, when you begin to collect crap chairs:If this chair were a sickness, it would be psoriasis.
If this chair were architecture, it would be Communist Block High Rise.
If this chair were food, it would be Vegemite.
It now resides in our living room and has already garnished two (2) apparently sincere compliments. If only I could tap into that mindset, the one which appreciates this type of furniture: the 60's wayside motel kind. People might just have been kind so they didn't have to say their real feelings, however.