It's pretty rare that I read an article that makes me go 'yeeah!' in a inspired fist pump of agreement usually only employed by sports fans and winners of minor rounds of reality shows. This one by Sam Leith in the Guardian today, and his thoughts on working in an open plan office made me do just that. The affection, the bitching, the community...
.. the sad fact that 'you have nothing to lose except your life'
This is my real desk btw. But a while ago, I have added to the gonks since then.