[Insert own introduction regarding “office space”. Feel free to alliterate all allegorically, stretch truuuuuuuth, opunly pun, and employ other shameless and overly labourious attention-grabbing devices. Like writing “MOTHERFUCKER!!!” for no real reason, MOTHERFUCKER!!! Streams of adjectives are useful, handy, convenient space-fillers. Possibly, hark back to your own experience of offices and/or space. At a stretch, talk about outer space. Conclude with a vague reference to an office romance you once had, never had, wished you’d had, or – variation on a theme – once had but wished you’d never had.]
Why no introduction? You want the skinny? Well, it’s because but I have a new All-Time A1 Exo Rad Gnarly Favourite video, and I’d much rather talk about that. It’s The talking horse by The Melvins.
WATCH IT! WATCH IT! WATCH IT! NOW!
IT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL YOUNG AND ALIVE, EVEN IF NEITHER IS THE CASE.
If I said that everything that happened in The talking horse had once happened to me in real life, you would probably think I’m lying…
(Chuckles knowingly to self.)
And with that non-committal cliffhanger, here are a whole bunch of vids featuring office space (or thereabouts).
The talking horse – The Melvins
Step into my office, baby – Belle and Sebastian
*I get an inkling I’ve missed out on some monumental classic featuring a typing pool and a plain Jane secretary who whips off glasses to be suddenly “hott”/slutty. Wracked my brain(s), tipped the Tube topsy-turvy, but alas.