What a sad and sorry state this poor fellow is in. With a nod to Parker Knoll, this gent seems to have taken up permanent residence along the canal (a great place to spy redundant furniture) and is firmly ensconced in a watery wonderland of reflections and greenery. I am sure he still manages to fulfil his brief as seating but can’t quite imagine to whom. With his unintentional distressed armrests, missing cushion and questionable webbing he is definitely a sight to behold but there is, I think, something quite endearing about him and he is, yet another, candidate for a bit of a makeover. What do you think, though?