The title has been chosen with care. It is not a chair, it is the chair. It is the chair to which my wife believes me to be too deeply attached! It is here that I sit and think, reflect, read, ponder, cogitate, write, create pictures, and generally wrestle with the ills of mankind. This sanctuary of enlightenment is surrounded by a world of oblivion and outer darkness. A less kind interpretation is that this is my bolt hole – a place of escapism!